As I lean up against the Challenger, waiting for Viola to pick me up, I see Alyssa and Mr. Crawford walk out. She has her arm linked into his, smiling and laughing as if he actually has a sense of humor.
The way she hangs herself all over him is quite disturbing. She’s completely wrapped up in money and not really wanting to work for it, but if I see him glance down at her chest once more, I might throw up.
“Have a good night, Mr. King,” Mr. Crawford hollers over to me, startling me. I hadn’t even realized he was looking over at me.
I nod in return.
“Good night, Mr. King,” Alyssa lingers over my name slowly, popping her tongue. “Good luck getting home.” She tilts one side of her mouth up, telling me everything I already knew.
Mr. KingIf my job wasn’t on the line, I’d do more than just
