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Nightingale: A Real Life Story

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Chapter One "You can do this." I whisper to myself as I leave my car. A job at a publishing office cannot be too hard. All I have to is read manuscripts and decide whether to have them published or not. It is not an amazing job, but it is better than not having a job. My career as a writer is at a standstill, so at least I can be making money while trying to find inspiration for a book. It could be worse. I could be looking at people creepily from my bedroom window alone while eating Cheese Puffs. As I approach the office, I try to clear my mind. After all, I do need to focus in order to listen to my guide. I still cannot believe they actually got an employee to take off a full day of work to show me around the building and get me comfortable. Maybe this place will not be so bad. With all this kindness I am already receiving, things are looking up. I walk into the building and am blown away. It resembles a beautiful mansion. There are bookshelves on almost every white wall, and a clean white carpet.. "No loitering, what do you want?" the clerk asks me. "Uh, I am the new employee." I reply. "Name?" "Nicole Richards." I say, this time with more assurance. "Oh, welcome Ms. Richards. I am Nancy Clark, you will have to let me see that you are here everyday before heading to your office." I stare at her blankly. Obviously annoyed, she continues. " Your guide, Mr. Smith, will be here shortly. Take a seat, it could be a while." Great, this Mr. Smith guy is going to make me wait

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