Another day, another incompetent member of staff at the boutique, or another aggravating customer who believed they were entitled to anything as long as they flashed enough money in people’s faces. Ziyu was this close to the end of her rope. What she needed was a really stiff fucking drink, not to be manning the counter at the store she owned because her useless excuse for an assistant manager was complete shit at organising people’s shifts. When the door to the shop opened, she just barely stifled a sigh. “Welcome to Embrace. What can we help you with today?”









