CHAPTER 1: EAT YOU OR FUCK YOU
EMMA’S POVThe alarm clock blared at 6:30 AM, just like it did every Tuesday. I slapped the snooze button, groaning.
Another day, another fucking dollar.
I dragged myself through my monotonous routine: a lukewarm shower, a slightly-too-tight pencil skirt, and a blouse that always needed ironing.
I...