"Why won't karma leave me alone?"

*5 years later*

Ugh. I hate my job, I hate my life.

I don't even know which one I hate more.

"Thanks, lady."

I smiled as I gave the kid a vanilla ice cream with sprinkles. I groaned as I started banging my head on the table.

"Hey Katie, trying to get a concussion?"

I looked up before starting again, "Maybe."

I gave Cloey suspicious eyes as she smiled like an idiot, "Why are you smiling so much you creep?"

"I have amazing news," Cloey started.

I rose a brow probing her to go on. "I, your amazing best friend got you an interview to work as a Business analyst at Chrome Industries."

My eyes dilated as Cloey bounced with excitement. I ran from around the cash register and hugged her, both of us screaming and jumping frantically.

"You're kidding, right?"

She shook her head as she giggled excitedly, "Nope, I'm dead serious, he wants you to meet him at his office at 1 o'clock tomorrow."

"Ok, let's breathe, let's not get excited just yet, because what if I don't get the job?" Cloey smiled as she held my shoulder, "You are one of the smartest and greatest persons I know, only an idiot wouldn't hire you."

"Well, I guess there's a lot of dumb people in the world then."

She rolled her eyes, "I got to go my break is almost over, good luck tomorrow okay?"

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"Hannah!! Get out you bitch, I'm gonna be late for my interview!"

Ugh! Why couldn't my parents stop at me?

"I'm coming, stop being such a drama queen!" I pounded the bathroom door, "You said that 30 minutes ago, GET OUT!!"

I heard the door open, "I'm done now, jeez." I breathed in and out because if looks could kill she would already be 6ft under.

I hummed happily as I washed my red hair and started to shower. I stuck out my hand and felt around for my towel.

"Prepare to die Hannah."

I stepped out of the shower and stomped downstairs in all my naked glory. Why won't karma leave me alone?

Old man Jenky just had to be downstairs. "Ummm, sorry. " I quickly ran into my little sister's room that was thickly decorated with pictures of Justin Bieber, Shawn Mendes, and Harry Styles.

I watched her as she swung the towel on her finger, "Looking for this big sis?"

I clenched my fists as I ran towards her, "I'm going to kill you!" She squealed as she ran around the room.

"Girls!"

We stopped and stared at the door to see a very angry, old lady. "Why is there water all over the floor?"

We both started explaining our part of the story at the same time. "Silencio, I don't want to hear it. Hannah, you give your sister her towel and Katie go apologize to Mr.Jenky ."

"Oh my god!", my sister laughed, " Mr.Jenky saw you naked?!!" I grabbed my towel from her wrapping it around my body before going back into the living room.

I walked up to the flustered man, "I'm so sorry."

He covered his crotch, "I-It its okay, I barely saw anything."

I nodded as I quickly walked back up to my room.

Great, I got an old dude hard.

I put on face powder and some lip gloss before putting on a blue pantsuit.

I took a cab to Faux Towers where I was supposed to be doing the interview. The place was as beautiful as ever.

I made my way to the elevator and went up to the 9th floor. I knew my way pretty well around here since it's where I came for about a hundred interviews.

I breathed in and out as the elevator pinged and opened. I walked towards the well-dressed receptionist at the end of the hall.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Katherine Martinez, I have an interview with Chrome Industries." She nodded and made a phone call.

"Mr.Cavalio will see you now."

I nodded, "Thank you."

Mr.Cavalio, that name is kind of sexy. I knocked on the door and a man with a gruff voice responded, "Come in."

I opened the door to see the chair turned away from me. "Umm, hello? I'm Katherine Martinez, I came to interview for the Business analyst job."

With great anticipation, I watched as the chair turned around, and being disappointed would be an understatement.

The short, fat, Shrek-looking guy went on one knee and kissed my hand. His lengthy blonde beard brushed against my knuckles as he looked up at me, "Never have I seen a maiden so beautiful."

I awkwardly withdrew my hand from his grasp, "Ummm thanks?"

"Sit sit my love, shall I offer you a drink ?" he suggested.

I sat on the couch, "Sure, I guess."

He sat beside me with two glasses in hand, "Here you go, my love." I thanked him as I took the glass from him sipping the wine.

It was actually pretty tasty.

"Now you said you came here about the job?" he questioned. I nodded as I took out my resumé.

He looked it over before putting it on the table, "Very impressive." His hand went on my upper thigh, "But what would a pretty little thing like you be doing cooped up in an office?"

I slid his hand off me, "I just need a job."

He smirked putting my hand on his crotch, "I do need a very personal assistant."

I grimaced as I removed my hand from his crotch slapping him across the face, "Not even in your wildest dreams you perverted hobbit!"

I stood and kicked him in the crotch and watched him writhe in pain before grabbing my belongings and leaving. I stormed to the elevator and accidentally pressed the wrong button.

Oh god!

The elevator opened on the 15th floor showing a very antsy woman. She grabbed me, "Elizabeth thank god you're here! Where the hell have you been? The shoot was supposed to begin 30 minutes ago!"

"You're Elizabeth Cooper the replacement model right?" the blonde woman questioned.

A shoot huh? I could pull off being a model.

How hard could it be?

"But you're not Elizabeth Cooper", said the angel on my shoulder.

The little devil laughed, "Go for it Katie, you're desperate and you literally got nothing to lose what's the worst that could happen?"

The angel spoke up, "Umm hello, the real Elizabeth Cooper could show up. The devil scoffed, "Please, what's the chance of that happening?"

The woman facepalmed, "Oh shit, stupid Hayley stupid! I'm so sorry, I must have gotten the wrong person."

I spoke before thinking, "No! I'm Elizabeth Cooper. Uh, sorry for being late...traffic."

She let out a breath of relief, "Thank God. If I got the wrong model again my brother would kill me."

I nervously chuckled, "Well, I wouldn't want that."

She smiled, "Let's go, we're already late as is."