I was seething mad. The stupid asshole of a boss, who wouldn't know blush from mascara thinks that I don't know how to do makeup because I don't come in with it plastered all over my face. I didn't show my 'assets' as he said.
I told him that I would never wear shot skirts or low cut tops, I had a daughter, and I would never show her that was an okay way to dress. Besides, I sell makeup, men don't come in the buy that! And women don't care.
I drove home after quitting and sulked knowing that Jack had taken Heidi out on duty today. I should have started dinner, but Jack said he was going to bring home food from the burger joint. I didn't mind. We hadn't actually eaten from there for about a week and a half since the grand opening.
He had moved in subtly. Heidi noticed when he slept over
