C16 Catfished

Eve's POV

The smell of the freshly polished oak desk made my stomach turn. I didn't see why they had to get it polished. I would have loved it just the way Granny used it while she was in charge. It smelled like wax wiped with a horse’s ass.

Wendy was saying something about most of the daily stuff I needed to do and the things she was going to handle