“All delivered. Pay me.” I held out my hand. Dust and sweat still clung to my palm from pushing the truck so long.
Neal narrowed his eyes like he didn’t believe me. He pulled out his phone, made a call to confirm, then hung up and looked me over with a sneer.
“Well, you’ve got some skills.”
That mocking tone told me exactly what he meant.
In his eyes, how could a woman possibly finish the job? He clearly thought the production team must’ve cleaned up after me.
“It’s still early,” he drawled, his gaze sliding over me. “Wanna do some warehouse work too?”
I ignored him. My hand stayed out. My voice carried the impatience.
“No. Pay me.”
Neal snorted. “I only pay the salary once you hit a hundred dollars. You delivered four jugs today. Five bucks a jug, twenty dollars.”
“If you come or
