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I didn’t notice someone following me until he was right at my heels. He stepped in front of me. He was wearing a ski mask. I couldn’t hear what he was saying over the music in my headphones.

“Excuse me?” I pulled the buds from my ears

“Give me all your money bitch!” He spat through his ski mask.

Well wasn’t this the perfect end to a dreadful day. Some guy is trying to rob me of money I don’t even have.

“I don’t have any.”

He yelled again. “Bitch! Give me your money!”

“I don’t have any!” I yelled back.

He shoved me. I stumbled back a few steps but didn’t lose my footing. I shoved him right back. We locked in a stare. I puffed up my body as if warding off a bear. I could see him losing his nerve.

“Get out of here.” Defeated, he waved me away.

I turned and walked off, without looking back. I laughed a little to myself. With confidence at first, but the more I replayed the event in my head the more my confidence faded. My stomach dropped, and I started to cry. I could have been killed! What was I thinking? I should have just thrown him my useless wallet.

I arrived home, went to my room, and fell face first into bed. It seemed like only minutes had passed but the screaming alarm clock confirmed that I had slept through the night and was now running late for my job interview. I rushed about, getting ready as fast I could.

The elevator let me off at the sixteenth floor. The receptionist led me to Mr. Rieghnhart’s office. He greeted me with a firm handshake and a smile.

“Nice to meet you, Beth.”

“You too Mr. Rieghnhart.”

“Have a seat.” He motioned to a chair opposite his desk.

“Thanks.” I sat down.

“So Beth, I’ve been looking over your resume. It’s quite impressive.”

He discussed the inner-workings of the company.

“—Which basically means we move money from one account to another.”

He said the word money and my mind flashed to the night before. I tried to imagine him wearing a ski mask.

“What did you just say?”

“We move money—”

I stopped him short.

“Money, say money again.”

The blood drained from his face, and his forehead glistened with sweat. He knew I recognized him.