“Nobody hires someone who hasn’t held a real job in three years.”

“Frank needs an inventory clerk at the construction yard,” I said.

“Nineteen dollars an hour, forty hours a week.

You log fuel receipts, count lumber deliveries, and file the weekly timecards.”

Chloe blinked twice, staring at me as if I’d offered her something ridiculous.

“Working in a dusty gravel yard?” she asked.

“It pays every Friday morning,” I said.

“And if you log every invoice accurately for six months, I’ll write you a corporate reference for any firm in the county.”