He finally glanced up at me, his glassy eyes filling with swift recognition.
"How long have you been here?"
I smiled. "A few hours."
His eyebrows puckered. "Really?"
"You were muttering," my fingers traced over my throat as I watched him, the motion carrying my nervousness away.
"What do you want?" This time his voice was a bark, and all the nerves sprang back into view.
"You hired me. Remember?" I asked.
"Of course," he said, the interview returning to him slowly. I watched as his mind spun back towards yesterday. "Well, I can't use you right now. Go home."
Oh, such words of cruelty. My fragile, ambitious heart was crushed in a single instant. The visions and dreams built upon countless hopes fell to the floor in crumbles.
I nodded, gulping. Tears soiled my eyes and I turned away.
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