The apartment was quiet when I stepped inside. Daniel was on the couch, scrolling through his phone, but he glanced up as I walked past.
"How was it?" he asked, his tone casual.
"Fine," I said shortly, kicking off my shoes and heading straight to my room.
I wasn't in the mood to go into details, and thankfully, he didn't push. As I closed my door, I let out a deep sigh, my mind still lingering on the events of the day—meeting Stella, the new job, the familiarity in her eyes that I couldn't shake.
But that was a thought for another time.
I changed into something comfortable and crawled into bed. My first night at the nightclub was tomorrow, and I needed proper rest before diving into it.
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The next morning, the smell of coffee lingered in the air, but I knew it wasn't from our kitchen. Probably the neighbors. Yawning, I dragged myself out of bed, threw on an oversized hoodie, and walked into the living room.
Daniel was already up and—surprisingly—fully dressed. He stood near the door, adjusting the cuffs of his button-up shirt.
I frowned, crossing my arms. "Where are you going all dressed up?"
He glanced at me and smirked. "Looking for a job."
I blinked. "Wait, what?"
"You think you're the only one who should be working?" He fixed his collar, checking his reflection in the window. "You're looking for quick cash. I'm looking for something steady—a proper monthly income."
I nodded slowly, surprised but impressed. "So, what kind of job are you aiming for?"
"Corporate, business-related stuff. Anything decent," he said, grabbing his phone. "I have a few interviews lined up today. Gotta start somewhere."
It hit me then. Back when we lived in our father's estate, neither of us had to worry about money. We had everything handed to us. Now, we were out here trying to make it on our own.
"Well," I said, offering a small smile, "good luck."
Daniel grinned. "I don't need luck. I need a paycheck."
I chuckled as he opened the door.
"Don't burn the place down while I'm gone," he teased before stepping out.
As the door shut behind him, I exhaled, turning towards the kitchen.
I had few more hours before my job at the nightclub started. Might as well make the most of it.