Chapter Two: YoungerWell, one could not accuse Trent of having bad taste in women.
He let them all in after he stepped out and they all stand in a row in front of him, not unlike a beauty pageant.
He sighs, wishing he hadn't thrown his cigar away in the fit of rage earlier. "Let's make something abundantly clear. I'm only doing this because I need to. Apparently, you've all past some sort of test that lets you be here, so now the last thing you need to do is convince me to hire you," he says, looking them up and down, trying to discern the ones who only got the job because Trent is a womanizer at heart and is easily convinced when presented with a pretty pair of breasts and the ones who got the job because their resume as pretty as their faces.
They are all very pretty, though the last
