Jess's POV:
"Why are we all just sitting here? Some of us have businesses to run. My store hasn’t even opened yet, and here I am, wasting time, waiting for our dear princess "
Martha grumbles, her face twisting into an annoyed scowl.
"I’m sure she’ll waltz in soon," another mutters. "But if I were you, I’d watch what I say. You know how she gets—bossy and unbearable if we don’t shower her with attention. She’ll throw one of her famous tantrums and act like she’s better than us. What a stuck-up b*tch"
I stand back, peeking through the door and listening, barely hiding my smirk. These girls? I used to call them friends. Honestly, it’s no surprise they feel that way about me. I’ve never felt a real connection with any of them, anyways. They’ve always been more like... tools. Useful wh
