It all started with an email from a friend. It was about a job listing. Considering my friend worked in the entertainment business, she tends to send me job offerings. I never truly gave any thought to the emails she'd send, but this one... this one felt... different.

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I sat on my couch, scrolling through job listings. I'd just recently been let go of my long term job. Part of me was disappointed, but another part of me was glad to no longer be sitting in an office cubicle for eight hours a day listening to men come up with different concepts for different things and never letting one of the women associates speak their ideas. No more disgusting smells of men dealing with hangovers from the "important meetings" from the night before.    As I scrolled through the listings, my computer dinged with an email notification. It was from my friend, Adeleine. Addie works in the entertainment business. She helps people find jobs whether it be a role in a movie, or a crew job. I noticed she marked it  *URGENT*. I sighed as I opened the email. The email read:

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I groaned to myself. I know she's always just trying to help, so I can't get upset with her. I clicked the attachment in the email. The job listing was very vague. The listing stated:

I sighed as I read the listing. It would be nice to move out of this lousy studio. It's not even air conditioned. I groaned as I looked at my cracked open window. The breeze from outside barely pushed against the curtains. I've never officially worked with children. I've only done some babysitting for my family and close family friends. It can't be that hard... can it?

"Fuck it." I said to myself. I applied for the job. Not even five minutes later, my phone rings. It's Addie. "Hello?" "AHHHH (Y/N)! YOU APPLIED?!" Addie screamed through the phone. "How did you-" Addie interrupted. "I saw your application come through! I didn't think you'd actually apply!" "Well... At this point, Adeleline, I'll take anything, even if it gets me out of this hot ass studio." Adeleline chuckled to herself. "Yeah, I don't even know why you bought that place. It's a dump." "Hey! That's rude! It's all I could afford at the time!" Adeleine chuckled again. "I know, love. But, I'm glad you applied! I'll see if I can push your resume to the top to be reviewed. I'll give you a call back if I hear anything!" "Alright, thanks Addie." Once the call ended, I tossed my phone onto the coffee table in front of me. I looked out the window once again.  I don't have a chance at this job... do I? It can't be that hard. Taking care of some kids? Just making sure they're eating healthy and being safe? How hard can that be?

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