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8 min writing challenge today

Cassandra attempted to shrug off the tight hold her nerves kept. "I have a job interview in a few minutes, actually."

"Well, good luck with that."

"Thanks." Cassandra looked at the coffee he was making for her, wishing he could imbue it with a double shot of extra confidence. "It's really important to me. I am great admirer of this person's work."

"Your interview is here?"

Cassandra nodded.

"Why don't you come by and tell me how it went, okay? I'll be rooting for you. Oh, and-" He passed her a small paper-wrapped object. "Teddy bear cookie for you on the house."

"Thanks." Cassandra gave a dazed laugh. "I may save that for later."

"Seriously." He cast her a direct gaze. "Let me know how it went."

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