Mina

“Yes.” I put on my brightest smile, the one that looked genuine even when I felt nothing inside. “Good morning, Joy.”

She looked me up and down, and her eyes went wide as saucers. “Oh my God,” she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “You look so different.”

“In a good way, right?” I asked, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

“Yes! Yes! You look so hot!” She was practically bouncing with excitement. “I never knew the boss allowed us to wear something like this ...