  &quot;Where do you see yourself in the next five years?&quot; The Human resource guy implores.
      This isn't going how I expected. I thought it would be the C.E.O, my uncle, that will be interviewing me.
      I square my shoulders and confidently talk about how I predict my career will grow in the next five years and my contribution to the organization.
      The HR listens to me with indifference. I can hardly tell how this is going.
      After I have answered his questions he speaks.
      &quot;How soon can you start?&quot; He asks.
      &quot;Tomorrow, &quot; I answer.
      &quot;Okay. You are supposed to be here by five thirty the hotel opens at seven and everything ought to be ready. You will start out as a cleaner then from your performance we shall see how it goes.&quot;
      My head is turning, what is he talking about?
      &quot;uh...i had applied for an assistant a

  Quinn's pov
      Five years ago
      &quot;Another one please,&quot; I push my glass towards the mixologist that is trying to impress drunkards with his skills.
      &quot;Quiny...&quot; I turn to find my sister, Meg together with my cousin, Leo. I groan. Ryan had convinced me that i wouldn't run into someone i know at this club.
      &quot;I had to find out from the papers that my brother was back. Where have you been hiding for those months?&quot; She takes the stool beside me as Leo is left standing.
      We had a normal relationship, we barely hugged, kept in touch. I cared for her, just sucked at showing it. On the other hand, Meg, having spent most of her time away from home as punishment for her rebellious behavior. That did her more good than harm, she was never shy at expressing herself, she lived her life to the fullest and the influence of our toxic parents never affect

  A day flies by, I spend the entire Tuesday looking for a job or paid internship. I am weeks away from graduating so I might as well get serious in finding employment. It is tough as most require experience which I lack. Also I desperately need an income to find my own apartment. Nimo, Oliver's girlfriend will return tomorrow and I don't need to be a third wheel in their apartment. And all of this is Quinn's fault that I'm homeless.
      Oliver's steps are silent I don't realize he has walked until I spot his shadow in front of me with a suit case and box. I recognize them. They are mine.
      He hangs his bag and his keys. He's always been more organized than me. There's nothing out of place or clothes lying around.
      &quot;How is the job search?&quot; He asks.
      &quot;Frustrating. With the experience and age limit they put, it is like one should have started working in their

&quot;Where do you see yourself in the next five years?&quot; The Human resource guy implores.
      This isn't going how I expected. I thought it would be the C.E.O, my uncle, that will be interviewing me.
      I square my shoulders and confidently talk about how I predict my career will grow in the next five years and my contribution to the organization.
      The HR listens to me with indifference. I can hardly tell how this is going.
      After I have answered his questions he speaks.
      &quot;How soon can you start?&quot; He asks.
      &quot;Tomorrow, &quot; I answer.
      &quot;Okay. You are supposed to be here by five thirty the hotel opens at seven and everything ought to be ready. You will start out as a cleaner then from your performance we shall see how it goes.&quot;
      My head is turning, what is he talking about?
      &quot;uh...i had applied for an assistant accountant trainee position.&quot; I remind him. What did he smoke?
      &quot;Yes. You did.

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