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Rita

I'm exhausted when I get back to the apartment.

I was right, the first day wasn't too hard. A girl named Easter ("Mom was a hippie, Dad was a Catholic, they compromised.") showed me around, introduced me to the team, and started with my training once I filled out a ton of paperwork for HR. She's small and extremely sweet, but talked really fast, and I found myself struggling to keep up as she threw a ton of information at me all at once.

Now I'm feeling like I ran a marathon. I toss my bag down near the door, kick my beautiful shoes off near the entryway, ignore the fact that they gave me blisters, and hurry into the main room.

It smells incredible. "What is that?" I ask as Scar welcomes me from the kitchen.

"Dinner," he says, holding up a bottle. "And champagne." He pops off the cork.

I laugh as he pours two glasses. "What's all this for?"

"A celebration. To your first day."

"Oh, yeah? You cooked and cracked open a bottle of bubbly for me?"

"I didn't cook, I bought some good Ita