Roxellena’s POV
Saturday morning. Finally, a free day.
Most of the trainees had scattered.,some burying themselves in extra shifts, chasing overtime pay or favor with their department heads.
Me? I just wanted one normal afternoon with the only people in this compound who didn’t make me want to scream.
I arrived at the local pub first and claimed a worn wooden table near the back.
The smell of stale beer and roasted meat hung thick in the air as the place slowly filled with off-duty staff and trainees.
The pub door swung open and James, John, and Jess came walking in.
“We thought you wouldn’t show up,” she said, sliding onto the bench across from me.
“Why not?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I heard you got stuck on another double in the royal kitchen. They pay well for extra time
