Hey Zach!

Ooh, an interesting story here. I liked the personality you gave Bea here. The derision and annoyance she felt whilst doing all of this. She hasn't given up or anything, just feels like she needs to wade through this garbage before she can get out and do some proper work.

Also, something else I noticed. You use the name Bea a lot in your stories. Are these all interconnected by any chance? All the same character going through different bits of life? Or do you just really like the name, Bea, lol?

Just curious.

I do have a few bits and bobs for you though,

> Bea opened the dumpster and quickly stepped back, not believing the smell could get much worse but it found a way.

This bit read a bit awkwardly to me. You didn't describe the smell before this, so it seemed like you mentioned it was bad, and then in the same sentence it got worse? Not too sure.

> The offer that the client had made had been pretty damn generous on paper; five hundred dollars was hard to turn down.

So this felt like a bit of a contradiction. Before this, she swears off doing these kinds of jobs again, but then she thinks about how much money there is with no connecting thought. I hope that makes sense.

> Bea had no idea his name

"Bea didn't know his name" might read better. But you could probably come up with something better.

I hope this helps.

Good Words!