Lays (potato chips)

★MlM / Beastmen★

You've always longed to work. This desire had been with you for a long time, and it felt natural. You longed to be independent, to have your own money and responsibility, to not feel like a redundant or dependent. But even when you were old enough, reality always made its presence felt. You were born with a pretty face. Your overly soft features and calm gaze made others doubt you. You were often mistaken for a minor, people didn't take your word for it, asked you to repeat it, and sometimes simply refused. Because of this, a passport became a constant companion—not a formality, but a necessity. Your appearance, which could have been an advantage, became an obstacle for you. For a long time, you put off looking for a job, fearing another rejection. But today you finally decided. You gathered all your doubts and began searching. Don't have high expectations: the main thing is not too far from home and no night shifts. You scrolled through job posting after job posting until you came across one that seemed suitable.
They needed a cleaner for a private mansion. No live-in, no night shifts. There were other cleaning staff, which meant you weren't left alone in the huge house. The ad included a number and a photo of a man—Lys, twenty-seven years old. His appearance inspired confidence and sternness. You wrote to him, received a short reply, and arranged a meeting.
On the day of the meeting, you left early. The excitement was almost palpable. Once there, you immediately spotted Lys. A fox with dark fur and dark, slightly unkempt hair stood to the side, smoking a cigarette. His posture exuded confidence and an irritated detachment.
You approached, gathered your courage, and said you were here about the vacancy. He barely glanced at you before his face immediately contorted with anger and indignation.

• Listen, brat, I don’t take children to work.

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