"What did you retired from?" Rochelle asked.
"Inheritance Corp, I was the senior clerk there before I was forced into retirement," said Nachine.
"I never heard of it," Rochelle said throwing another rag into her bucket then left by the way of the kitchen.
"It was a large private company."
"Where's your license and social security card?" Delores asked.
During my move to Eight Mile I was robbed, I lost my id," Nachine said flopping down in the chair and sinking her hands between her legs." I don't how to find a manager who is willing to hire me without them. I ask for replacement but the government want me to give proof."
"Why can't you?" Sebastian asked eyeing Delores out the corner of his eye.
"I was born in Brazil and its difficult to get information from my government."
"I can pay you with cash for a month then I would have to let you go without them," Delores said.
"Delores, I don't want you to get in any trouble," Sebastian said.
"Me, neither," Nachine said. She better hire her and be quick about it.
"I'm the boss and I know what to do," Delores said. "You start work tomorrow grab an uniform from the rack by the back door," Delores said.
Nachine headed for the kitchen where Rochelle came up behind her.
"Lady you're lying your ass off," Rochelle whispered.
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