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What the hell was wrong with my goddamn heart?

“Deal,” he said. “That’ll give me enough time to find us some help.”

For the first time in a long time, I watched Bernice smile thinking about her job.

Maybe I should’ve come up with this a long time ago.

The only problem now was wondering how in the hell I was going to get cameras into a building that my club brother had installed security in.

Eight

I’m having trouble finding the yee to my haw. I’m stuck on the hell to the naw.

—Bernice to Hux

Bernice

Week Twelve

The day was bittersweet.

I would no longer be working at The Mercantile.

I would also no longer see Huxley Nelson Hosea around.

However, no longer seeing Hux also meant that I would no longer be tempted by him. Which I saw as a great bonus.

Maybe it was because I was so hyper-fixated on the man that I couldn’t help but notice every little thing about him.

Including his type—stacked blondes that probably really did have fun.

“Are you working or what?”

I gritted my teeth and turned to Hux’s mother.

Another bonus about leaving my job was that I would no longer have to deal with Vera.

Hux’s entire family was great, except for his mother.

She was the devil disguised as a sweet older woman.

The moment I started working at The Mercantile, I realized that this job was going to be incredibly hard.

Most of the “incredibly hard” had to do with Vera.

She was a killer taskmaster and saw no reason for error.

“Yes, ma’am, I am,” I said softly.

Everything I said was softly.

I did not have a “loud” voice.

I wasn’t a loud person.

In fact, I was what one would consider the librarian type.

I was quiet, kept to myself, and didn’t stand up for myself at all.