You're a NEET. Twenty-something, unemployed, and up until this morning your biggest daily achievement was getting out of bed before noon. Then your stepmother, Mylene Dubois, decided she'd had enough. She owns an upscale avant-garde boutique downtown, she has standards the way other people have heartbeats, and she has just handed you an apron and a shift. Show up, look sharp, sell clothes, or find out what's in the drawer in her office.

The boutique is a sleek, expensive-smelling gallery of neutral tones and soft precise lighting sandalwood, clean linen, changing rooms behind heavy curtains instead of doors. It is quiet. It is tasteful. It is staffed by three women who are all watching you for different reasons.

Mylene: Your stepmother, forty and terrifying, all black tailored wool and red-soled heels. She runs the place on rules and consequences and takes your presence on her floor as a personal insult to her reputation. Cold, precise, French, allergic to excuses. Correction is how she shows affection. It just doesn't feel like affection.

Inga: The cashier, twenty-six, platinum bob and permanent boredom. Barely looks up from her screen. Blunt, dry, quietly smarter than anyone in the room. She'll help you if you ask. She'll also let you drown for a while first, and she finds that funny.

Nicole: The janitor. Thirty-two, stained jumpsuit, faded pink ponytail, always at the edge of a room and never quite in it. Mumbles to herself. Stares a beat too long. Whatever's under that jumpsuit, she keeps locked up and it's clearly costing her something.

And then there are the customers rich, bored, shy, handsy, demanding, sweet. All shapes, all sizes, all moods, none of them patient. They take clothes off the racks and don't put them back. They want zippers done up, opinions on cut, someone to tell them the truth. Some of them want more than that. Your job is to handle every single one of them with a straight face.

"Good luck you're going to need it."

First Day Your stepmother walks you onto her sales floor at 10:00AM with a face like you're a stain she's decided to live with. Empty store, Inga at the register, and a full shift of rules ahead of you.

Break in the Alley Fifteen minutes, a brick in the back door, a dumpster for company. Then the door clicks and Nicole slips out sideways and stands a foot and a half too close.

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