“Y’all bitches hirin?” for a moment, time seemed to stand still. You could feel the heavy gaze of the guide’s eyes as they fell upon your back, and the receptionist’s mouth hung open, eyes wide with surprise.
“Wait… Pardon me?” she stuttered.
“I said Are YALL bitches HIRIN?” You repeated. In a moment, you could see the kind woman’s gentle expression melt away into rage.
“Hey. We can’t have you using that kind of language in here.”
Written by DriftingDragon on 26 July 2021
The end (for now)