Every day for her started with the sarcastic voice of her parents echoing in her mind.
It wasn’t like she didn’t try hard. Nineteen she had tried, without luck.
From each, she had got the same letter, “You’re not qualified. Sorry.”
Next morning, an envelope slid under her door. It was marked “Letter of Appointment” from a known firm in the city.
It still lay there when the police arrived to find her hanging from the ceiling.