The Apprentice's Clean Hands

"Clean hands, new girl." He said it right before he put his palms in my shoulders and drove me into the bench.

I'm three days into a paid apprenticeship at a shop that machines titanium for aircraft. My rent, and my brother's tuition, come out of that first paycheck. Rick Voss runs the tool crib, and he can have me walked off the floor before the week is out.