Note : This story is work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.---I feel the sun's heat piercing my skin while my sweat pours. I feel hot and tired from all the walking that I have done since this morning. I can’t keep this up, I need to rest and find myself a bench or something.After 5 minutes of walking, I saw an empty bench, where I sat down and drank my water from my water bottle. Seems like it's not my day once again. For context, I am Emily Jones, a 24-year-old unemployed woman. And right now I am trying to look for a job as I’ve been unemployed for a year now. You might be asked how, and why? Well, I retired from my previous job because of the work environment and because my boss kept harassing me. Memories of that toxic workplace still haunted me, like those long hours, the demeaning remarks from
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