Bree Bellucci

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Savannah cursed to herself as she quickly ran aboard the departing train and walked the aisles looking for a vacant seat. Her interview had run longer than planned, but luckily it had only been two blocks from Grand Central Station. Savannah had all but sprinted the two blocks in her low black heels, black pencil skirt and gray blouse. Brushing a piece of hair out of her face, she finally found an empty seat and sank into it.

She slid her feet out of her heels and rubbed them softly. Her feet ached from running and she wished she didn’t have to go back home for her parents’ party. The train ride from Manhattan to Greenwich took less than an hour and Savannah whipped out her iPhone to scroll through her emails. She hoped she might have heard back from some of the other TV studios in the city, but her Inbox only contained a few junk emails and one from her sister.

Sighing, Savannah rested her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. She knew her parents were going to ask how her job search was going and she had desperately wanted to impress them with good news. It had been nearly two and half months since she had graduated

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