“Ms. Willams, you don’t understand! I need this job, nobody else has hired me and I am on the verge of losing my apartment unless I get this job.” I begged with tears in my eyes.

Ms. Williams looks around the room before meeting my eyes and whispers, “Okay, I will give you this job if you give me those gorgeous red Wendy Chu stilettos you are wearing. I know they are worth at least 20,000 dollars.” Without hesitation, I take off my shoes and hand them over to her. She extends her hand to me and I place my hand in hers to shake.

“You start on Monday at 0700 on the dot, don’t be late! I like my tea with honey, and a swirl of cinnamon. It has to be made in that teapot on the corner desk at exactly 07:04. Not a minute earlier or later. Do you understand?” Ms. Williams asks me. I nod in agreement and leave with a smile on my face.

“I am the personal assistant to Ms. Williams, the CEO of my favorite magazine Fashionist. This will be my first job ever at the tender age of 35,” I think to myself as I head to the elevator. After walking out of the building, I take out my phone to send a text to my father rubbing it in his face that I got a job without his help and that I don’t need to rely on my trust fund anymore when I hear someone yell “Look out!” I look up to see a speeding bulldozer ram right into me.

(Author Note: I didn’t have any ideas on what to write using those words).