Everyone glanced back to see a young man with accessorized glasses walking toward them.
When the team leader saw his styled hair, he couldn't help gritting his teeth at how hard the man was trying to stand out.
This was a workplace, not a fashion show, yet he wore a pencil pant and glasses accessories… even rings.
His hair… it looked like he spent at least three hours in the saloon every day. And what kind of man had such a flawless face?
"Excuse me, are you new?"
"This is my first time seeing you, and I know I'd remember a face like yours."
Hearing the two women beside him flirt with him, their voices softening into the sweetest tones he'd ever heard, his resentment spiked.
The young man got to them and extended a hand forward for a handshake, introducing himself calmly. "Ricardo Wolfhard. It's a pleasure to meet you."
