LEAH
“A Masters in Art, I didn't even finish high…” Why doesn't she have a picture of Gladys, and what's a f*******: page?
“What are you saying, Gladys? Are you a fraud? Oh God, I knew I shouldn't have trusted Bryan finding me an artist on f*******:; he didn't even send the pictures of you.” She looked at me, “You are Gladys right?” She asked; I didn't know what else to do, so I nodded.
“Great.” She sighs
“Start fixing.” I almost jumped out of my skin as the lady yelled aggressively.
“Y–Yeah.”
“Tamara, we have a problem over here.” Someone yelled, and the lady sighed, eyes locking on mine.
“Hurry up girl, we don't have much time to waste.” She narrowed her eyes and began walking towards the door, “I will be back in a jiffy.”
I took a deep breath and turned back to the supposed job
