The Job She Never Wanted

 

Kate’s POV

The sun was setting when I stepped into a close diner.  It wasn’t much, just a run-down little place with shining neon lights and cracked leather booths. The smell of cheap coffee and fried food clung to the air, mixing with something stale. I hated it, but i didn’t have a choice.  

I needed money. 

The thought of going to Kelly made my stomach churn. I would rather scrub floors than beg her for a single cent. I squared my shoulders and approached the counter.  A baldman with a thick gut leaned against the register, flipping through a newspaper. His name tag read...