![]() ![]() I’d stay later after waiting tables and help with paperwork and orders and get a raise, but I think Sam has a few more strings he wants to add to the positionthings I want no part of. “You think about my offer?” He cocks his head to the side like he’s giving me the world, not a management position at the diner. The waitresses here at Moe’s always keep our stuff stored back here, where we clock in and out for our shifts. Or maybe my luck is about to change, I think, as he shuts the door to his office, trapping me in. It still creeps me out, but he’s never tried anything. He slowly pulls them up to my face as a smirk plays at his lips, showing off his yellow-tinted teeth, not a care that he’s openly running his eyes over my body. “Already clocked out.” I turn to look at Sam, whose eyes are trained on my ass. I’ve been on my feet for the past twelve hours and haven’t slept in over twenty-four, and it would be my luck that if I went back to the shelter, it would be a busy night. I would have done it if they needed me I’d do anything for that place. ![]() I really didn’t want to have to cover Kim’s shift at the women’s shelter tonight and was thankful she was able to make it in. ![]() ![]() A mixture of annoyance and relief fills me. Sam’s gravelly voice from years of smoking barks from behind me as I hang up the phone in his back office. ![]()
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