"Hey, hey! Be careful with that," Hunter snapped at one of the meathead movers as he dropped the end of one of her couches, hopefully not marking up the hardwood floor. He cursed under his breath, wiping off his sweaty hands before bending over to pick it up again.
"Rude b***h," He grunted under his breath, and Hunter visibly bristled.
"This rude b***h is the one paying you, so you'd better watch your tone, boy." She snapped, then returned to her phone call without bothering to see his reaction. The only reason she hadn't torn him to pieces was the fact that she was too busy; she was on the phone with a catering company linked up with her parents' company already. This meant that she could order food as well as human servers who were aware of her kind, so no one would have to hide thankf
