JUNE'S POV
Immediately after school, my phone buzzed.
Dad.
"Hey, sweetheart. Change of plans. The job's been moved to today. They rescheduled."
I nearly screamed. "Today? Are you serious?"
I was halfway out of my uniform, hoping for a nap and the leftover pancakes we go from Sunny after school.
"Why do I have to work today?" I groaned, grabbing my cleaning kit anyway.
But no use complaining. Since it's just me and Dad, we go house to house doing cleaning jobs for rich people. Our little two-man (okay, one-man, one-girl) cleaning team.
No siblings. No backup. Just clients, mops, and prayers.
It pays okay. Still sucks.
I stood in front of the house and blinked twice.
Is this the place?