The Nerd Who Played the Game
Shannon fixed me with a steely stare, her lips parting briefly before she clamped down, frustration etched in her features.
Eyes bore into me, awaiting my humiliation.
Unruffled, I reiterated, "No worries. I have a job. Thanks anyway."
Zach sighed theatrically. "That line of work? Might wanna bail before it bites you. Youth and looks fade, and those gigs come with health hazards."
Guffaws echoed, but the assistant, mid-gather, suddenly halted, her professional mask shattering as recognition dawned.
Her files cascaded to the floor in a chaotic avalanche, pages fluttering like startled birds.