Catfished

Eve's POV

The smell of the freshly polished oak desk made my stomach turn. I didn't see why they had to get it polished. I would have loved it just the way Granny used it while she was in charge. It smelled like wax wiped with a horse’s ass.

Wendy was saying something about most of the daily stuff I needed to do and the things she was going to handle. I could tell by the way she looked at me that she didn't like me at all. She didn’t approve of me. Most people didn’t.

It didn't matter much especially since she was everything I didn't want to be. An aged spinster probably in her late forties with no hope of getting laid or love; whichever comes first. Her companions were probably a troop of cats in a lonely apartment off the city.

"Do you understand it all?"

I nodded giving her a thumbs up. I didn't understand shit but I would have rather sat down in front of an active highway than let her repeat all she had said again.

She stood above me with the patient calm of a hawk. A slightly ob