7 "Wake up call, you're poor."

Cloey burst in laughter, "Oh my God, I think that day surpassed when you were the hostage in Hanson bank robbery." She wiped her eyes, "Also, I'm really liking this Sebastian guy."

I stared blankly at her, "He has a girlfriend."

Cloey shrugged, "There's nothing wrong with you being his sexy, red-headed side piece."

I grimaced, "The fact that you're being serious is what's disturbing."

Cloey got up from her seat, "We need to go shopping."

I furrowed my brows, "Why?"

"One, you don't need a reason to go shopping and two, you need to look like a million bucks at that interview," she resolved.

I groaned, "Who told you I was gonna take the interview?"

She took up my phone and placed it in my hands, "Wake up call, you're poor."

I haven't spoken to Sebastian since last night, I hope he made it back home safe and my bad luck didn't infect him. I dialed in his number, it rang once then he picked up, "Sebastian Danvers."

"Sebastian hey, it's Katie," I awkwardly started.

"Oh hey, what's up?" he questioned.

I swirled a strand of my hair around my finger, "I just wanted to say thanks again for everything last night."

Cloey mouthed something to me, "The interview."

I turned my back to her as Sebastian spoke, "No worries Katie."

I felt the phone leave my hands and stared daggers at Cloey as she walked away with my phone, "Sebastian? Hi, I'm Cloey, Katie's bestfriend."

I frowned as I folded my arms, "We're not friends anymore."

Cloey showed me the middle finger and continued, "About that interview you offered, she'll take it."

I hmphed as she ended the call, "I was gonna ask him about the interview myself."

She chuckled, "Sure, anyway, the interview is at Faux Towers on the 18th floor in room 27 and you should be there by 6 am sharp."

I groaned, "6 am? What about beauty sleep?"

Cloey literally dragged me to the door, "No rest for the wicked, now let's go."

I pouted, "But I'm not wicked."

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I looked at the see-through top I held on a rack that Cloey gave me, "Umm Cloey?" She hummed in response and I continued, "I don't think this is appropriate for an interview."

Cloey chuckled, "It's not for you silly. Jerry and I are going on a date tonight and I need him to drool."

She turned towards me with a clothing rack in hand that had shorts that could easily be classified as panties, "What about this?"

I shook my head and folded my arms, "I tolerated the see-through top but as your best friend I cannot allow it."

Cloey pouted, "But why not?"

I took it from her, "It was clearly misplaced by someone, we should be good citizens and return it to the lingerie aisle before someone makes the same mistake."

We walked to the lingerie aisle and Cloey suddenly went crazy, "Ha ha, this was your plan all along wasn't it?!"

I stared at her weirdly, "What are you talking about?"

She grinned, "You manipulated this entire situation, you placed the panties in the shorts aisle then acted all righteous for us to return them just so you could go to the lingerie aisle."

So you do admit these 'shorts' are panties. I stared blankly at her, "First of all we came in here together and I haven't left your side, when would I have the time to go to lingerie aisle? And don't we go in the lingerie aisle anyway every time we go to the mall?"

She rubbed her chin all skeptical like, "You pose a good argument, but I still think you are behind this." She walked ahead of me, pointing two fingers to her eyes then to me, "I got my eyes on you, Katherine Olivia Martinez."

Why did I become friends with this weirdo?

Cloey pointed at a poster that had Athena on it dressed in extremely revealing lingerie, "It's her."

Cloey tilted her head to the side and frowned, "The both of you are identical twins, I thought you'd look more alike."

I shrugged, "We used to look a lot alike, but that was before she got some surgeries and implants done."

Athena looks like a real, live Barbie doll. I wonder how much she paid to get all that done to her body. I hate to admit it but she's actually very pretty...no, gorgeous would be a better word to describe her.

I looked away from my successful twin, "Let's go Cloey."

She nodded and checked her watch, "Let's go over to Independent Women, they have the cutest women suits."

I smiled at Cloey's successful attempt to change the topic and get away from my sister's poster.

When I woke up from my coma, Cloey was the only person I could remember, but it makes sense since she's the one who's kept me standing all these years despite my multiple adversities.

When Karma knocks me down on my knees, she helps me to stand and to smile through the pain. She's my strength and the only reason why no matter what happens to me, I won't break or shed a single tear.

We reached Independent Women and a middle-aged lady dressed in a white summer dress greeted us at the door, "Cloey, how wonderful to see you."

They shared a hug and I stood there awkwardly. "How is your mother sweetie?" the elderly woman questioned.

"She's doing a lot better since the surgery, thanks for your concern, Mrs. Hart."

Cloey's mom had been battling breast cancer for a while. It got worse as time went by and they had to remove her breasts to stop the cancer cells from causing more damage.

Cloey snapped me back to reality when she nudged me in my side with her elbow. She cleared her throat, "Mrs. Hart, this is my best friend Katie. Katie my mom's friend, Mrs. Hart."

Our hands met and I smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am."

Mrs. Hart returned the smile, "Nice to meet you too sweetheart." She brought her hand to her cheek and looked at me in amazement, "My, you look so much like Mrs. Benedict's little girl before she got all sort of things done to her body."

I chuckled and looked away, "Yea, I get that a lot."

Not many people know we're twins, not even Athena, it was all a part of mother's big plan to keep up a front. If word got out she abandoned her own child, the media would be all over it and she'd be reduced to nothing.

A billion outfits later, we were finally going to cash out. I stared at the huge pile of clothes on the counter, "Umm Cloey, how are we gonna pay for all this?"

Cloey's rich but not rich at the same time if you get what I mean. 

She grinned, "Don't worry, Jerry gave me his card to buy something sexy for tonight, as my best friend, you are also entitled to benefits."

Her logic makes zero sense but whatever, I'm getting free clothes.

The mall got a lot crowdier than when we arrived so getting to the escalator was no easy feat.

A fat lady rushed past me and bounced me over. I was going headfirst down the escalator when someone grabbed my arm. I was dragged into a muscular chest and I felt some intense deja vu.

I looked up at my hero and my face flushed red when I saw who it was.