Claudia Winchester held the strap of her bag in a death grip as she stared up at the front of Club Orpheus, her eyes wide and her legs feeling just a little like jelly. Maybe a lot like jelly. She had to make sure they were even still attached to her as she approached the door and reached for the handle. Her clammy fingers slipped the first time, but the second time she managed to get a good hold of it and pull the door open.
She stepped inside, too busy shaking in her ankle boots to feel grateful to be out of the cold of mid-winter. Her eyes scanned the establishment, looking for the tell-tale red hair typical of the Drakenhardts. Red hair was actually the last thing she wanted to see in that moment, but she was quick to dismiss the thought. She couldn't chicken out now, not when she'd already sent in an application. Flakes didn't make good employees.
. . .Would invisible people even make good employees?
@Max!!
She stepped inside, too busy shaking in her ankle boots to feel grateful to be out of the cold of mid-winter. Her eyes scanned the establishment, looking for the tell-tale red hair typical of the Drakenhardts. Red hair was actually the last thing she wanted to see in that moment, but she was quick to dismiss the thought. She couldn't chicken out now, not when she'd already sent in an application. Flakes didn't make good employees.
. . .Would invisible people even make good employees?
@Max!!