So I’ve put all my anxious energy into getting dressed in the perfect outfit—a pair of fitted slacks, a bright white blouse with little flower details, and a pair of heels that are tall enough to give me a boost of authority without being so high that I’m going to fall in the interview. When I walk into the kitchen, Lena is in her pajamas, hair wild in every direction while she pours coffee into a mug. “Boss bitch energy,” she mumbles as she surveys my outfit, trying to sound a lot more awake than she looks. “Sleepy bitch energy.” I laugh, waving my hand in her direction. “Of all seven dwarfs,
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