Chapter 4. Never Too Late

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Alexis Solace [1ST PERSON P.O.V]

Three days passed. I already knew I wouldn’t make the cut, but they could’ve at least given me a rejection notice. Whatever, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter. I don’t care about it now…

‘I… don’t care about it,’

D*MN IT.

A passing woman jolted at me, hitting the side of my fist against the wooden reception table. Right, I’m in the library right now. I shouldn’t make too much noise. BUT D*MN IT!

Alright, maybe I do care about it. A little. I mean, it could’ve helped plenty in our situation right now and indefinitely in the future. Plus, who wouldn’t be so regretful after seeing that building on the inside? It’s like walking into this very fancy mansion—Imagine if I worked there.

That’d be better than slapping all the people who doubted me and bullied me across the face. But alas, I wasn’t chosen. Whether that’s an excuse to actually just s