"People say September helps witches' social skills grow. So that's what they mean. How to maintain the image of a good sister in front of a witch who's about to be transferred away—that really is a difficult thing. And I have to keep myself in a good mood so the customers don't notice." Hugging the Marga Bucket, Jiang Han quietly took out her compact mirror outside the door and glanced at herself.
It had to be said that this matter had dealt Jiang Han quite a blow as well.
It was the Little Witch's first time facing such a brutal workplace situation.
Sigh, she had clearly already gotten used to things like "exile," "promotion later," and "promotion delayed" in her previous life... Looking at her somewhat dispirited reflection in the compact mirror, she puffed out her cheeks, took a deep breath, and forced out a sweet smile.
Done.
I can't greet customers with that long face... Showing admirable professional spirit, she made a little cheering gesture, put away her compact mirror, and strode inside with the Marga Bucket in her arms.
The atmosphere in the room was thick and hazy. The crow-like client was named Flora, and she was curled up on the sofa, propping up her face with one hand. She had the quiet beauty of a painting as she listened to another witch speak.
The other witch had lively, springy blond hair and slender brows. As she spoke, her brows danced with animation, and one hand would shoot up with a bang from time to time, accompanied by rich body language. She was a rare type among witches, and a rare type in social circles too. More importantly, she was also one of the rare witches who chose purple as her primary color.
In witch society, there were