Why did they have to have this woman? Olivia wasn’t even sure if she was a woman; she might have been a man in drag. It was possible in these days of anti-discrimination, and especially here in Brighton.
“Hello,” she said to the less than impressed man-woman advisor. The name badge said ‘Theresa’, so she breathed a sigh of relief that it was confirmed: she was a woman. “My name’s Olivia Belle, and this is Georgia Belle, my older sister. We’re here to find jobs.”
“Jesus, Livvy, she doesn’t want your life story,” said Georgia, sitting down on a chair in front of the advisor’s desk. “Sit down, will you?”
The advisor, Theresa, looked at her with disdain as she sat down next to her sister. “Sorry,” Georgia said, smiling sweetly. “I’ve never had to do this before.”
Theresa looked to be in he
