She carefully assessed each piece, ensuring it met her standards.
After evaluating them, she bent down to pick up the ones that had slipped off and landed on the ground.
"What's with all the fuss over these uniforms? I mean, I won't be sticking around for long. Once I get what I need, I'm outta here," he mused.
"What was that?" the boss's assistant asked, raising an eyebrow as she caught Cherry mumbling to herself.
"Nothing at all…" Cherry quickly denied.
The woman then tossed a tag onto the table before making her exit.
"That's your tag while you're here too," she called back.
A surge of pride coursed through Cherry.
Living as Amy had made her acutely aware of how hard it was to now adhere to someone else's rules.
How could she have ever thought it would be so challenging to work under the demands of others when she herself had once been in charge?
