"By the way," the woman added, "my name is Clara Wells. You can just call me Clare. What about you? What's your name?"

"Serenity Lewis," she answered, the dark clouds in her eyes now dissipated. "You can call me Serenity, Clare."

Clara's eyes trembled as she looked at Serenity.

After giving her name and contact number, Serenity left. A woman over 50 then walked up to Clara's side and asked her, "What were you talking about with that person?"

"She applied for the rider's job with us just now," Clara replied, "and I've given her the job. She'll start working tomorrow."

"That young woman, a rider? Something's fishy here. Women like her would usually apply for office jobs, wouldn't they?"

Because of the low salary, only people over the age of 50 ever asked about the job, and even they decided against taking the job because the wages were too low and the working hours were too long.

"She has a criminal record," Clara explained. "She was in a car crash that led to someone's death. Sti