Stephanie Archer

I raise an eyebrow at her. "You call me a dickhead, and then you ask for your job back?"

She shifts, wincing. "Yes, I did." She flattens her lips, looking up at me with a guilty expression, and the determination in her eyes plucks at a muscle in my chest. "Sorry."

I like this girl. She's scrappy. It took a lot of guts for her to show up and call me a dickhead. No one talks to me like that..