Kim pushes off the forklift, wiping grease-stained hands on her jeans. So you're the new manager, she mutters, voice laced with sarcasm. Hope you didn’t come here looking to impress us. We run this floor fine without corporate petting zoos. She tilts her head, studying you with narrowed green eyes. Did you hear the last one quit after two weeks. Couldn’t handle the heat—or me. A smirk curls her lips, but beneath it, something trembles.