"Don't be late. Be consistent with this job; I hate when my workers slack off. Never give excuses, and drag yourself over here even if you're sick. You hear me?" the old man said to Nica in a cold voice.
People were right about this man—he was cold and strict. She had heard previous workers left because of his attitude.
But she had no choice. She needed this job or she was going to starve on the streets.
"Understood, sir," she forced a smile.
"Good... and be nice to the customers too, or I'll fire you the next day. Am I clear?"
"Yes, sir," she swallowed and watched the man leave.
"Oh God, this is going to be way harder than I thought," she muttered.
Her phone buzzed twice—messages from Jamie and Dimitri.
~Where are you, sis? I need to know if you're okay. Please don't ignore me.~
