Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"I feel quite fearless protecting the people I love." — Paloma Faith ————————————————————
Chapter 37 <—————————————>
Maggie
Fuck.
There's not a word to even barely describe how much I hate working.
Maybe I should start selling feet pics. It'd be a good side hustle, and—
I was forced out of the idea at the chime of the door, which signified another customer coming up to check out.
I forced a smile, and remained pleasant until they walked out with their change. My smile fell right away at the bell, as it usually did.
For the past couple or days, I had to call out due to everything that was going on, but now I was back. I wasn't here as much, since I had to split the time with Luke's building, and my online classes, but I still dreaded this place most.
It wasn't even the job itself that I hated, it usually wasn't. It was usually the customers, or the management, but in this case, it was more management.
Lowen was supposed to be working on a customer's order, but instead, he was here, pretending to be taking calls in the office. In reality, though, he'd been staring at my ass for the past half hour.
I jerked around to cast another glare at him, but his hungering gaze didn't drop. Weird ass bitch.
Lately, he'd been more shameless in his ogling, though. I wasn't sure if he had the guts to pursue them, but lately, he'd been acting like he did.
My eyes jerked over to the clock. 2:58.
Only two minutes of this bullshit, and I'm gone. I can do this. Barely, but I can.
"Maggie!" I heard from behind me. "Come visit me in my office."
My head fell against the counter as I cursed, "I hate my life."
With another curse for good luck, I straightened my back, and turned to follow up on the demand. Hopefully, it'd be quick.
Lowen had his moments of blaming me for his own mistakes, but it had stopped ever since Luke threatened him. I guessed that was gone now, though.
I pulled my crowd winning smile on as I tagged my knuckles along the wood. "I'm here."
Lowen was in his chair, mud-caked boots crossed at the ankles atop the desk. He was pretending to be observing something on his desktop, but when he noticed me, his lips stretched into a smile.
I nearly threw up at the sight. Ugh.
"Come in, come in," he insisted, waving a hand to me.
