Becca's POV
Frank looked at both of us as we held out the uniforms in disgust. "I will NOT wear this!" I declared angrily holding it like the dirty rag it was.
Damien looked just as disgusted, "I'm with Miss Addison on this one. These coveralls are absolutely demeaning." he said, wrinkling his nose at it. Frank shrugged, "Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. Those coveralls are designed so you won't get the dirt and grease on your clothing while you're working. But if you don't want to wear them then that's your choice." he said as he squeezed past us and opened the office door, "Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to the locker room where you can put your things away. Then I'll show you to your work assignments."
With that, he walked out of the room and started heading down the hall.
