Valerie Misses Her Job Interview to Save an Elderly Man Collapsing on a Bustling London Street! But When She Walks into the Office, She Almost Faints at the Sight Before Her…

Lizzie lost her job interview to save an elderly man who collapsed on a busy street in London! But when she walked into the office, she nearly fainted at what she saw

Lizzie opened her purse, counted the few crumpled notes inside, and let out a heavy sigh. Money was running dangerously low, and finding a decent job in London was harder than shed ever imagined. She mentally ran through her list of essentials, trying to calm her racing heart. The freezer had a pack of chicken thighs and some frozen burgers. The pantry held rice, pasta, and a box of teabags. For now, she could manage with just a pint of milk and a loaf of bread from the corner shop.

“Mum, where are you going?” Little Sophie dashed out of her room, her big hazel eyes searching Lizzies face with worry.

“Dont fret, love,” Lizzie said, forcing a smile to hide her nerves. “Mums just off to a job interview. But guess what? Aunt Lucy and her boy Oliver are coming over to keep you company.”

“Olivers coming?” Sophies face brightened, her hands clapping with excitement. “Will they bring Biscuit?”

Biscuit was Lucys tabby cat, a fluffy ball of affection that Sophie adored. Lucy, their neighbour, had offered to watch Sophie while Lizzie headed into the city centre for an interview at a food distribution company. Getting to the office in London meant a long journeymore time on buses and the Tube than the interview itself would last.

It had been over two months since Lizzie and Sophie moved to the capital. Lizzie kicked herself for that impulsive decisionuprooting their lives, burning through most of her savings on rent and groceries, all on a gamble to land a job quickly. But Londons job market was brutal. Despite her two degrees and relentless determination, finding steady work felt like chasing a mirage. Back in her hometown of Brighton, her mum, Margaret, and younger sister, Alice, relied on her as the familys rock. They werent exactly great at managing without her.

“Biscuits staying home, love,” Lizzie said gently. “He doesnt much like car rides. But well pop round Aunt Lucys soon, and you can cuddle him all you like.”

“I want a cat too!” Sophie pouted, crossing her arms.

Lizzie shook her head with a soft laugh. Sophie always got like this when pets were mentioned. Back in Brighton, at Grandma Margarets house, theyd left behind Shadow, their sleek black cat, and a yappy little terrier named Chip. Sophie played with them every visit, and now she missed them terribly.

“Love, were renting this flat,” Lizzie explained. “The landlord doesnt allow pets.”

“Not even a goldfish?” Sophie asked, eyebrows raised.

“Not even a goldfish.”

Right now, pets were the least of Lizzies worries. Her mind was laser-focused on one thinggetting a job. The last of her savings was dwindling, and each day brought a fresh wave of panic. At least shed paid six months rent upfront, but it had nearly cleaned her out.

The doorbell rang, snapping Lizzie out of her thoughts. Lucy and her five-year-old, Oliver, stood at the door. Lucy, as usual, carried a Tupperware of homemade chocolate chip biscuits and a slice of her mums famous lemon drizzle cake. Like Lizzie, Lucy was a single mum, but she lived with her parents in a cramped flat nearby. Saving up for a place of her own in London felt like trying to win the lottery.