Scarlett POV
I kept staring at the flier in front of me: *"Job Vacancy for Waitstaff."*
I smiled. It was the perfect job. I love cooking, and I wouldn't mind attending to customers—something I never really had the chance to do.
Interact with people.
But there was one problem: the frozen-hearted monster, Mr. Grey.
I sighed.
I turned to leave, but a part of me refused to budge. I finally found something I loved—something I would enjoy. Something that would let people see me for who I truly am, not as a prime suspect in my father's murder.
But I couldn't.
Not with Mr. Grey standing in the way.
He might knock all my teeth out before I even finish speaking. I really don't want to get on his bad side. Again.
I walked back to Eva, trying to push the urge away.
She turned around as soon as she noticed my return. "Is something wrong, ma'am?" she asked, catching my sour expression.
