Training Cassiopeia Chapter 2 The Offer
Bree cleaned off her makeup and hung up her costume, if tear-away clothing could be so classified. She shoved the business card from the ‘cop’ into the pocket of her jeans and clocked out. It was raining cats and dogs and once again she cursed that weird fucker of a meteorologist from Channel 10. “Sunny with a chance of light showers,” he’d said. Bree sat in her old VW Beetle and tallied up her tips and smiled. The ‘extra service’ fund would get a nice infusion of cash. She figured another year...
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