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jobs. Get yourself a boyfriend with a nice car and a dog! ”
    So she moved. She got the big city job and the big city boyfriend… and then she lost the big city job and the big city boyfriend. Now what did she have? No friends or family. No one she could rely on, or ask a favor of like back home. Just the wine.
    She took a sip.
    Dave was an asshole anyways she thought.
    She flipped through the classifieds again and flirted with the idea of making an online dating profile. Tons of her friends had done it… but they were all practically supermodels compared to Keisha-- with their skinny white legs and their perky tits. Bleach blonde hair and lips that shined too much she thought, smiling after a moment. 
    How many guys on OKCupid were looking for a curvy black girl from the country, anyways. More than you might think she heard her best friend Nicole saying in the back of her mind.
    Suddenly the phone rang.
                  “Hello?”
    “Hello, Mrs. Porter?”
    “Er…yes?”
    “I’m sorry for calling so late, but I was hoping to speak regarding an ad you responded to?”
    “A what – excuse me, who is this?” she was a little fuzzy from the wine.
    “An ad. For a position at our charity event? I could have the wrong number, I’m dreadfully sorry.”
    “Oh! Oh wait! Right, I’m sorry” she blurted out “I’m a little slow at this time of night.”
    “That’s quite alright. Are you still interested in the position?”
    Her stomach started spinning. The ad! She had forgotten about the stupid ad. Who was she talking to, exactly? They couldn’t possibly be serious! It had to be a scam, why would they pick her?
    “I had a few questions but, er, yea… I guess so!”
    “Excellent. Any questions you have will be answered at the orientation.  I will forward you the address, please arrive at six o’clock. Do you have transportation, or would you like us to send a car?”
    Send a car?
    “No! No it’s fine, I’ll drive… er…When is it again?”
    “Tomorrow night. Again, I apologize for calling so late, but as you can see it was late notice.”
    “Oh! Wow, ok! No that’s fine, thank you so much.  So I’ll see you tomorrow?”
    “Yes. Have a good night.”
    “Goodnight.”
    “Oh, and Mrs. Porter?”
    “Yes?”
    “The attire is formal.”
    Formal?
    “Thank you.”
    The line went dead and suddenly she was alone in her apartment again. The noise in her head stood out against the quiet of the room, and she started to pace excitedly. The wine glass tilted in her hand.
    What if it wasn’t a scam? What if this was a real thing? If it’s not a scam it’s porn she thought. But it couldn’t be porn, it was charity, Damnit! She slid on her socks over to the computer and typed in the name.
    Mandrake Consolidated.
    She browsed the google results and her stomach started spinning all over again. Holy shit. The company was huge… hell, it looked like they had their own building downtown. She clicked on their page and navigated to the ‘Events’ section. Wouldn’t you believe it?
    ‘Charity Benefit – Tomorrow Night’
    It was real. She was going to make $1000 bucks in one night .
    ***
    No matter how many times she flicked through her wardrobe she couldn’t find anything that remotely matched the description of ‘formal’. Maybe it was the wine, but it was only after holding up nearly every dress in front of the mirror that she finally made her decision.
    She had a simple white number that could look quite eloquent with the right hair and make-up, not to mention shoes. The next day she started early, showering after a quick lunch and starting her bathroom routine. A friend dropped off a pair of matching white shoes, and they chatted while she re-arranged her hair for the 101 st time.
    “They’re seriously giving you a thousand dollars? Why didn’t you tell me about this thing, that’s insane!”
    “I know, right?”
    “You know you’re going to have to sleep with them for that