Chapter 9Gen had just administered what she hoped to be the last worm treatment of the day when she heard the door chime at the front of the vet’s office. She wasn’t the only one working today, but everyone else had gone on their break or lunch, leaving her in the lurch. They also seemed to have left all the more icky tasks to her, too, like these fussy cats and dogs who were in no way excited to have these worm treatments administered.
“Hello?” a voice called out from the front. “Is anyone here?”
“Be right there. Sorry.” Gen shut the cage to one of the cats. She’d been a fighter, that was for damn sure. She surveyed the series of scratches that had punctured through her glove with a sigh. She wasn’t bleeding too bad, so she headed out to the front area. A young kid—maybe eighteen at mos
