Stephanie pushed the door open and shuffled her legs into it. She looked back and saw her boss following behind her.

He had a disgusted look, searching around the dirty workplace—her mother’s old sewing shop.

“My mom hasn’t used here anymore. For more than two years, I guess,” she said.

“In your defense, right? This place looks very bad. And you were looking for a job when you had something doing,” he frowned, rushing to an empty seat.

Stephanie rolled her eyes. Should she just throw that fist she’d molded on him? He was really tempting her to.

He used a cloth from the rack and wiped clean the seat,...