"Welcome to your new job," Miss. Bella smiled at me. For a middle-aged woman, she does not wear much makeup. It almost makes me even more uncomfortable about a situation I never asked to be in.
"Thank you, Miss. Bella," I reply slowly, fiddling with my fingers with my sleeves pulled down over a part of my palms.
Miss. Bella begins walking and I instinctively follow after her. She points out some of the different rooms of the small office building, being genuinely friendly. It's hard for me to believe that any woman can be nice, especially...