Chapter 3Noah had known so many people in his life who complained about their jobs. Working the counter at Shiner’s was a bit like being a bartender. The local factory workers, just regular blue collar guys, they liked to b***h and moan while chowing down a burger and fries, knowing each day was just a repeat of the previous one. Work, eat, knock back a couple drinks at Sally’s, sleep, then do it again. It was kind of depressing; the light in their eyes dim. Noah had always wanted a job he could love, to look forward to waking for each morning. One he’d never speak an ill word against.
He thought he’d now found it.
The Medusa was a magical place—certainly as interesting a venue for employment as any he’d had—transformative not just in décor but in the warm feeling it instilled within him
