Alpha Ren
“I’m here for a job.”
She narrows her eyes slightly. Her lashes are thick, doused with some form of makeup. Mother obsessed about me wearing blush on my cheeks, or a touch of gloss on my lips, however, I was always quick to wash it off. I’m wondering if she is considering sending me off.
“I’m not the manager. I just work here,” the girl tells me. My eyes wander to her name tag. Raven. So typically Vengeance. “If you want to talk to Linda, she’s out back.”