Like Magnets (ongoing)

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I walk out of the building, heart thumping rapidly. I actually can't believe what just happened. My uneducated, immature self just got hired at an office (of all places) as an assistant!

Now I can actually start making my own money and have a real life, instead of surviving off of small amounts of financial aid and living in a tiny, rundown apartment. Granted, it's New York so I'll be living in an small, old room regardless but hopefully it'll be better than sleeping on my current cold, rotting wood floors. Sometimes I forget how much I hate rich people and just want to be one of them.

Seriously, it's like this world is molded to fulfill their deepest desires and leave poor people in the dust. They're living in huge mansions with way more space than they need and I'm left sleeping on the fucking ground.

But hopefully this job pays enough to fix that for me. I was too dumbfounded to actually listen to any of my new boss's terms. 1, because I wasn't even interviewed for the job but still somehow got it and 2, because this Alderidge guy is actually pretty hot.

His black shirt had the first few buttons undone and it clung to his muscular build. His coat was molded perfectly to hang on his arms. His tanned skin and slicked back hair complimented his sharp facial features amazingly. His piercing gray eyes and soft, pink lips were a delicious contrast.

What the fuck was that about, Marie?

I don't usually fixate on appearances, I promise. I know I don't like people staring at me or what I'm wearing but you've got to appreciate this guy's body at least a little bit. The man in the sky surely spent a lot of time on him.

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As I walked down the street, I heard a few men whistling and catcalling me. Growing immensely uncomfortable, I quickened my pace and hurried home. If I could afford it, I would take a taxi, but I just don't have any money to spare. Maybe I'm overreacting to a few catcalls but you never know anyone's intent in the city. Or anywhere else for that matter.

After a long, terrifying walk, I make it to my home. At least, the closest thing I can call to a home. I walk up the most-definitely-haunted stairwell and unlock my door. The old floorboards creak as I step through the single room. Going into the bathroom, I sigh at the few outfits I own. I have an old tee, some sweatpants, a tattered coat, and of course what I'm wearing right now. A white blouse and a black pencil skirt. I saw these at a thrift store for cheap a few weeks ago and snatched them up so I could have a professional outfit if I ever scored an interview. And I did.

I can't possibly wear the same thing every day. It's too late to go to a store, the nearest second hand shop is a few blocks away and it's already getting dark. I'm probably not going to get a paycheck for the next few weeks. Rummaging through my purse, I add up all of my bills and coins and count around $30. This should be enough to get a half decent outfit tomorrow.

My thoughts are cut off by my stomach rumbling. That's right, I haven't eaten in about a day, I was saving my money to pay the rent for this place. It's super overpriced considering the state of it. Teetering back out to my room, I slip off of my heels.

All of a sudden, I catch something moving in the corner of the room. My eyes dart over to it, but nothing is there. Creeping closer to the corner, I kneel down and try to see through the small hole in the wall.

A mouse quickly skitters past me, and I scream. Yup. Definitely overpriced. Walking back over to the old sheet I have in the center of the room, I quickly change into my sweatpants and tee before curling up and trying to sleep.

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Sorry if this chapter is kinda short and boring, I just want to highlight the living conditions of Marie. Don't worry, the juicier parts are coming soon ;)

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