The Recall Trials
Chapter 5: Screwing Things Up, As Usual
The next morning, reality hit me harder than the hangover.
I needed a job.
Like, an actual job. Not some spoiled rich kid hobby.
God help me.
I put on the cleanest clothes I had a black hoodie and jeans and set out into the city, trying to find something, anything.
I walked from place to place, store to store.
Nothing.
It was brutal.
Everywhere I went, the same look.
The same words.
"Do you have experience?"
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