Bethany aka Beth
Beth bites her nails. It’s what she does when she feels nervous or anxious. “Come on,” she bangs on the bathroom door. “Come out already.”
Her former brother, now sister, Stephanie, throws open the bathroom door. “What do you want?” She says with a sigh in her usual coarse slightly deep voice, something she’s wished she had left it in her former life.
“What the hell are you doing in there? I’ve been needing the bathroom the last 30 minutes.” Beth lifts her watch for Stephanie to see, “They’ll be here any minute.”
“Who?” It takes Stephanie a moment to think before she laughs, “OMG, don’t tell me you believe that email? You said it yourself that it’s just spam.”
“W-what if it’s true?” Beth put a hand on the door just as Stephanie begins closing it. As much as Beth wants to believe the email was a spam, there is a small portion in her that’s holding out the hope that the email is not a spam, just like how she never stops hoping there’s a life out there somewhere that doesn’t entail living under her parents’ roof after college in her former childhood bedroom and sharing a bathroom with her bro-sis.
When her phone chirped the day before, Beth had expected another rejection letter for the dozens of jobs she had interviewed for during the last week. Apparently, the labor shortage isn’t caused by not enough people looking for jobs, it’s because employers are refusing to hire people. Two days before, she had received a rejection letter from none other than Starbucks, letting her know they went with another candidate. Upon getting the email, Beth went into a ranting rampage, “They told me they were hiring multiple individuals, so how can they say they went another individual? It makes no sense.”
So when she found the invitation in her email yesterday, she was surprised. She read and re-read the email until she could recite word for word as well as trying to figure out the “catch”. “An all-paid vacation at the Millionaire Mansion? That’s too good to be true, especially for someone like me.”
“What time did they say they’d be here?” Stephanie asks, snapping Beth back to reality.
“Um,” it takes her a moment to send the email to the forefront of her consciousness as she watches Stephanie lean close to the mirror to apply mascara. “8 AM.”
“And what time is it now?”
Beth checks her watch, “8:01.” Immediately, Beth feels like a hope has been shattered. They are not coming, she thinks to herself, not coming, not coming, not coming.
Immediately, Beth’s head perks and exchanges glances with Stephanie as if they are communicating wordlessly. “You don’t think…” Stephanie starts.
“It can’t be, can it?”
Theme: The Mystery of the Millionaire Mansion
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