Lana's POV
Three days had passed since submitting my resume to Owen, and my inbox remained frustratingly empty. Perhaps it was time to explore other avenues. Thankfully, Maya had generously loaned me her car—Damon was chauffeuring her everywhere due to the ongoing situation with her mother—which made my job hunt considerably easier.
Armed with freshly printed resumes and a list of employment agencies I'd researched online, I dressed professionally and ventured out to conquer the job market. My plan seemed straightforward: secure employment, rent my own place, and finally escape my parents' control. Freedom was within reach—or so I thought.
