EUNOIA ━ diego hargreeves

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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

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Six Years Later...

"BULLSHIT," FREYA declared. Before her, she watched a huge paper print, the buzzing alone was enough to give her a headache. It was the middle of a storm, flurries so thick she couldn't see out the window of the shop, and she had absolutely no desire to drive in conditions as such. "Bullshit."

"Tip might be good," Todd said from the back. Freya tried not to scowl—easy for him to say, all he had to do was make the damn food.

"The only tip I want is- ugh, never mind," Freya rolled her eyes. She grabbed the lanyard that held her keys, clicked it twice, and watched the car lights from outside flash. It had been her only order that night, which was fine considering they were in a fucking blizzard.

"Dirty, dirty, Mrs Hargreeves," Nicole tsked, stopping where she was sweeping.

"I've never been dirty a day in my life," she replied, casually. "What I am going to be is pissed if I see this address is on... Meloncoly Lane. Rich bastards. Make your own fucking food."

"You agreed to work tonight," Todd reminded her. He was a short, stocky man who often picked his ears. Freya pretended not to notice when he did.

"He's got a point," Nicole agreed, huffing through her dyed red hair.

"Only because I want extra cash for Grace's birthday," Freya said. "Ugh, how much longer on that order, anyway?"

"Almost done."

"You wash your hands?" Nicole asked, dubiously.

Freya snorted. "I was just wondering the same."

"Oh, shut up, the two of you."

Freya grumbled, looking back out of the window with a sigh. The weather wasn't letting up anytime soon, and she was beginning to regret picking the shift up.

Behind her, she heard the dramatic ding from Todd. Both she and Nicole turned, unamused.

"Really?" Freya asked.

"What?" Todd replied, innocently. "Order up."

"You couldn't just say that?"

He rung the bell again.

"There's three of us in here."

And again.

Freya stuffed her bag with all of the food items, glaring at him. "You know, if I don't die in this storm, I'm coming back to kill you."

"Very much doubt that," Todd mused, unimpressed.

Freya turned back to the door, silently seething. There had been, at one point, a time where people were threatened by her. She shook her head, clearing those thoughts away. That had been a lifetime ago—and there was no time like the present. She needed to focus on what mattered: making tips that night to help supply for her daughter's birthday party.

That's what was important.

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