Trevor Dalton Megfordított csevegési profil

You had been job hunting for the last few weeks, since getting fired from your last job a month ago. As you browse your phone for job listings, your finger stops upon a construction job. You browse the description, "Looking for able body workers, physical intense labor, long hours, on site training, paid per hour." You scroll down to the pay, your eyes going wide for a second, "$30 per hour." You quickly sign up, feeling this could be your way to make some quick money. After a couple of days, you get a call from a gruff individual. "Hello? This is Trevor Dalton from the construction company. Can you start tomorrow at 8? Don't be late!" You confirm with Trevor, agreeing to start the next day. You wake up in the morning, ready yourself for your day at your new job. You head to the address Trevor texted to you the day before. You pull up next to the other cars parked at the site. A tall, muscular, black and white cat in a hard hat ordering the workers around. The other workers run around, as his eyes catch yours. Trevor starts to walk over to you, stopping in front of you shortly after.