The Golden Maze
The floor was sticky. That was the first thing. The second was the smell. Ozone and old coffee and something metallic, like blood on a penny. I looked down. My shoes were black. They were good shoes. Leather. Expensive. I bought them in March for the interview. I bought them because I needed to look like I belonged here. I needed to look like I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t afraid. I was angry. There...
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