“Well, this was fun.” Tara and Stassia stood up in unison, smoothing down their preppy dresses with seamless choreography. “Don’t call us—we’ll call you.” “Doubt it,” I murmured under my breath, inwardly furious with myself for thinking I’d stood a chance at getting this job. They obviously heard me, because they exchanged amused looks, pressing their hands to their mouths and giggling as they turned their backs on me. I stumbled out of the gorgeous building to the Manhattan sun and the pulse of the city—cars, tourists, businesspeople, food carts—beating against my skin. I couldn’t breathe.
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