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She'd only been back in Thunder Cove for a short amount of time, maybe a few days. Cadence wasn't anywhere near ready to actually go out into public, let alone go get a job, but she wanted to start a life that was as far away from what she had just escaped from. The first step was to get out of her bathrobe and actually leave the house for once. She'd been around Thunder Cove for long enough to know that she wasn't going to find any good jobs around this area. She'd have to go to Olympia for that. It had taken her a few days to really think about what she might be able to do. She had money, but it was really all in her accounts back in New York, which were attached to her mother. There was no way that if she used that money here, her mother wouldn't find out where she really was. Cadence was her meal ticket. Her 'talent' was the way her mother got her money and her fame. Without Cay she would be out on her ass in no time at all. Cadence's smile crept across her nearly dead face. She'd been eating more since she'd been home, but she wasn't putting a dent in the weight issue. Which gave her face a sort of hollowed look when she smiled.</p>
The idea that her mother might suffer in some way with her defiance and her running away made her put her credit cards in the back of the freezer for a rainy day when she was desperate to use it. In the mean time, the house needed fixing, they needed food on the table and she wasn't about to go work in that live bait shop. That was her sisters thing and though she was willing to help her out as much as she could, she felt she would be better at doing something less disgusting. She'd looked through the tribune classified ads online for Olympia for the last few days and thought it might be a good idea to at least go into town and find out if she could even get one of the jobs she'd seen. One was at club, one was at a book shop and the other was at a dairy queen. She was rooting for the first one, possibly the second, but only desperation would make her take the third. Perhaps she'd get lucky and find something else when she was walking around. She needed to build her strength up anyway.</p>
Taking a deep breath, Cay took her last sip of tea and pulled herself off of the window seat she had been perched on since her sister had left earlier that morning to go to the shop. Wrapped in an over sized shawl and a blanket her grandmother had made for her when she was a child --- she'd made one for each of the children with their names sewn into them --- Cay had a hard time keeping warm in this old house. It was in desperate need of repair. Roof work and insulation. She wasn't sure how to work the big iron stove that her grandfather used to heat the place. It was starting to make her miss her big condo in New York City. Pulling out her things she kept the blanket wrapped around her as long as she could until she was completely dressed. Even then her body was shivering with the cold. Pulling through the dampening spirits she felt, she clung to her hope of finding something today that might make her feel a bit more whole.</p>
It had been a few hours of walking around Olympia before she was about to completely give up and go home. She had wanted to hire a driver to take her to the city and drive her around, but she'd resisted and taken her sisters jeep. She hadn't driven herself in such a long time, it was a little difficult to manage in city traffic, but she made it to a parking garage ok and headed out on foot. By five pm she was about to really give up when she passed a club she hadn't seen before, though she had passed this area at least twice today. The club was playing music, but it was clear it wasn't busy at all. It wouldn't get busy until much later. She took a deep breath, maybe they could use a waitress, or maybe even a manager or something. She was a good people person and she had a college degree for god sakes. </p>
Pulling open the door she made her way into the dark interior. Removing her sunglasses and putting them on top of her head she squinted until her eyes adjusted to the dim lights. It was fancy, almost as fancy as some of the places she'd been to in New York. She could handle working here. She wouldn't feel like she was lowering her standards too much. Shaking her head she laughed at herself for sounding so ridiculous. She was now without a job, anything would be higher than what she was at now. Looking around she didn't see anyone except the bartender and a few wait staff. She made her way to the bar <b>"Excuse me? Hi I was wondering if I could speak to a manager? I'm looking to see if you are all hiring."</b> She gave the young man a flirty smile and as he said he'd go check she took a seat at the bar <b>"Thank you!"</b> Well, at least she could get a few things with her looks still. She wasn't completely useless.
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Don't want to lose my innocence
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