Chapter 142
- MOONA POV
- I keep my head down as I stomp away from Brian Douglas’s office. They all hate me here, all the pen-pushers and the snotty bitches behind the crappy reception desk. All their smiley rainbow welcome signs mean nothing in this place, not if your face doesn’t fit.
- They want the nice kids who speak when they’re spoken to and say thank you whenever anyone throws them a scrappy crumb of nothing.