Rhea's POV:
Okay, okay, I admit it. I cheated. Well, I didn't exactly cheat, per se—I just eliminated my competitors. Don't blame me, though! Lucy and I were literally on the edge of being out on the streets if I didn't get this job. The landlord's visit was looming, and let's just say, when he showed up to collect rent, we'd either have a cozy apartment or end up sharing a cardboard box. And trust me, cardboard boxes are not great for sleeping. So, yeah, survival mode kicked in. I did what I had to do.
I know, I know, I'm probably digging myself deeper into a hole by justifying this. But hear me out: in this world, it's a dog-eat-dog world. A girl's gotta look out for herself, especially when she's broke and unemployed. If this was a fairytale, I'd be the girl who goes on a magical adventure with a glowing fairy godmother. But reality check—I'm not Snow White, I'm Rhea, and my magical powers mostly consist of binge-reading CEO romance novels and hoping for a miracle.
