Romance fiction: The only way to get Mr McMiller to sell his plot is by dating one of his daughters

Life in Mumbai began as usual. Kim forced herself to wake up at six in the morning to rush to her first temp job of the day at a high-end grocery store.

The second was at the Indian Times office, making calls to sell advertising space using a fixed landline and an office laptop. This, the supervisor guarded with her life. The third job was as an intern at an advertising agency. Here, Kim was the oldest intern in a pool of young graduates. They already had goals, and plans to achieve those goals, making Kim feel like she was being punished for existing.

She ate lunch outside, on the agency’s stoop, instead of sitting in the canteen with everyone else. At her age, anxiety-related acid reflux was a real thing. Voraciously scrolling through social media, Kim ran out of data. It was probably for the best. The sudden lull made her look out at the street, at the people rushing about with purpose. The real world looked far too daunting. Her phone was like a stress toy she desperately clung to, so that she could drown out the questions her mind constantly screamed at her. Where are you going, Kim? What shifting goalpost are...

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