What, you're out of Coke too? There's got to be something else you can sell, right?
Anyway, the rule was one hour, so Matthew Saxon clocked in and did exactly one hour of volunteer work.
Scarlett Yates mingled in with the crowd buying popcorn. With her kind of face—neither stunning nor distinctive—hardly anyone would remember what she looked like.
So the women gossiping away in full swing didn't recognize her at all, even dragged her into their gossip circle—and the person they were gossiping about was her.
Woman A said, "I don't think that woman, what's-her-name, Zara Yates, looks like anything special. No idea what tricks she used, but she really did manage to claw her way up the branches and turn into a phoenix."
Scarlett's mouth twitched a few times, a few black lines practically popping out on her forehead: Her name is Scarlett Yates, okay? Not Zara Yates!
