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Through the Looking Glass

Atleos/New York City

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"Quite a mix of subjects you got there," he said as he walked down the bar and grabbed a newspaper off the end of the bar which was empty. Someone must have left the paper there earlier, "Here you go," he put the paper down on the counter next to her papers.

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"Thanks," Lydia muttered as she took another sip of the beer. She put her papers to the side, flipping to the job advertisements. Nothing interesting, everything that was had a fixed time that she couldn't deal with since she had her classes.

"Waitress, Daycare teacher, exotic dancer," she raised an eyebrow on the last one. Over a hundred applicants and none seemed to fit her style at all. She almost gave up until something at the corner enticed her.

"Genetechnics, part-time, 5 days a week, Secretary, Fifteen an hour" she read through the application. She heard of that building before, a science building trying to research something. If they were looking for a part-time secretary, she may be the one. She had ICT skills and she could always put up the family history to put some more heartwarming in it. Eldest of twelve with a working father, she could pull that card off.

She took out a piece of paper, writing down the phone number. It said to put down an interview, she could do that. She had a resume. She smiled, maybe that could be her new job. If not, Adventures in Baby-sitting!

"So how much for the beer if I want it in a doggy bag?" Lydia asked, taking out her little purse. Elia made it for her when she left. Twelve sisters, just too much. Too much love to go around.

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"Here," Lydia gave him ten dollars from her purse, "Keep the change," she said despite giving none. She cleaned everything up and left with the beer, making her way to her class.

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Uneventful, her life so far had been uneventful. Fired from her job and living in a small apartment with two other girls next to a drug addict who constantly screams and an elderly couple whose attempts to become young again kept her awake. Lydia needed a new job and this one with Genetechnics was her last hope. She had went through a lot these past couple of months, her exams seemed closer with every passing day. Her family depended on her.

"-Yeah, I just talked to Katria and Jameelia a few days ago." She told her father over the phone as she placed her empty bowl and glass in the sink. Her sister were over in some other university and probably had a better life than her as of now. Lydia held her phone between her ear and shoulder as she washed her hands through the tap for a second. She brushed over her only set of clothes that she considered office-wear. Black pants with a matching blazer and a plaid shirt. She also considered this outfit as funeral wear.

"Well, the girls miss you."
Hearing her father's soothing voice and her sisters in the background made her happiness levels bounce. "We know you're busy so just remember, we love you and good luck." She smiled briefly much to one of her roommate's surprise. She shouted in awe to which Lydia, promptly threw the first dishrag she could grab at her.

"Yeah, I love you too." She hated to admit it but she always had a soft spot for her family, "Tell Imolia, Helia, Gathia, Felicia, Elia, Demetria, Camilia, Benecia and Atheia, I miss them too. Okay, bye." She hung up the phone, putting it in her bag. Lydia looked up at the clock above her. Her interview was in fifteen minutes. She had to go soon or else, she'd miss it. Didn't want to make 'the Queen' waiting. "How did your parents name you guys?" Her ditz of a roommate, Fifi asked, "Were they on crack or something?"

"Shut up, Fifi. At my parents weren't on them when I was conceived." To which point, she walked out and slammed the door before Fifi could understand what she had meant. The subway was a great invention, it was quick, cheap and left her enough time to walk to the Genetechnics building. Entering the building was strange, it smelt weird. All fresh and clean. Moving over to the person behind the desk, Lydia spoke in the most formal fashion she could think of.

"Lydia Al-test-tay, interview with your boss for the job interview." Smooth move.