“Do you? Really?” He narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look like someone who could deal with Sergei’s shit.” “Oh?” I raise an eyebrow. “And how do I look, exactly?” “Like a librarian. You’re only missing the glasses.” “What a coincidence.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I applied for a librarian position at Atlanta University two months ago. Still waiting for their answer, though.”
