“Maybe you did, but Devorah sure didn’t,” Tamar muttered under her breath
A r
ush of warm air greeted Tamar along with the distinct smell of CVS carpet cleaner. Tamar looked around and made a beeline for the counter.
“Good evening,” Tamar said, forcing a cheerful smile. “I saw your sign outside — that you’re hiring? I wanted to know more about the positions you have available.”
“Sure. One second please, I just need to page my manager.” The cashier picked up the phone at the cash register and spoke into it. “The manager says you can come to the back office. Through aisle seven and to the left,” she said, pointing the way.
Tamar traipsed to the back office and knocked lightly on the door. The door swung inward to reveal a tall, heavyset woman, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, with spiky bangs covering her forehead. “You’re here about the job?” the woman boomed, looking down at Tamar.
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