Chapter 1.
Allara
I glanced at the clock on the dash board as I pulled up outside the bar I had the misfortune to call my weekend job.
Late as always. Mick’s gonna kill me this time.
I jumped out of my car and slammed the door. The old rust bucket was reliable and got me where I needed to go, even if the aesthetics left something to be desired.
I ran through the back entrance, pulled off my woolen coat and dumped my bag in the small cupboard we had for employees, fumbling with my keys.
The bar wasn’t one of those dive bars with two lights bulbs that worked, but it wasn’t a fancy two storey place with a super expensive menu either.
It was warm, and friendly, with an affordable menu and the perfect place for the locals to hang out after work, or on the weekends.
“Allara. You’re late.
