The table grew silent, and each and every set of eyes landed on me.
“Excuse me?” Max said, jolting backward.
“I’m unwell of being the historical chick. We want new employees, and we’re starting with a woman.”
I crossed my palms over my chest and stared at them as they gawked at me. By the appears on their faces, I should tell they weren’t happy.
“How can we trust any one else round our husbands all day?” Max requested with a little bit of a snarl.
“Yeah,” Suzy joined in, commonly the quietest of the bunch.
I held up my arms before the lynch mob started. “Have you all long past mental?”
Never had I recognize any of them to be the jealous type, however I ought to see the flashes of insecurity at the back of their eyes as they concept about a girl beginning at Inked that wasn’t a membe
