Sarah and Katie walk past the kitchen and a stout middle aged woman with hair pulled back so tight that her skin is stretched. “Just where do you think you are going? There is much to do here. This kitchen is a mess. That orphan trash needs to earn her keep. Get in here now, or I will have to inform the King. He will punish you.” She snarls at the two women. Sarah and Katie both laugh at her, frustrating the hulking woman making her face turn red.
“If you must know, Miriam Katie and I are no longer Omegas. In fact we out rank you now. Isn’t that interesting. Oh and we’ve been assigned new jobs by the King himself. So you go right on ahead, and report to him that we are doing exactly what he has asked us to do. You have no power over us.” Sarah says while Katie smirks, knowing that woman
