Ike is right, but he won’t have a chance. “George will fire you if he thinks you’re trying to stir up shit,” Ike adds. You stay out of my way and play nice, and maybe I won’t tell your boyfriend you’re fucking your boss,” I say as I smile brightly at her. “Is that what they call fucking these days?” Misty’s eyebrows touch her hairline. “George and I have an understanding,” she says, simply. “Let him keep me on?” I question as I cross my arms. I can’t help it, I laugh, which causes Misty to glare because she thinks I’m laughing at her. Of course, his blows don’t affect her at all his hands just go right through her. He’s the kind of man that would never hit a woman, not for real anyway, but I guess since he knows he can’t hurt her, he’s giving it to her. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Ike yells as he punches her in the face. “Keep your mouth shut and stay out of my way, and maybe I’ll let George keep you on.” “Look, bitch,” she chuckles softly in disdain, as if she doesn’t consider me a threat. “You mean how I saw you sniffing coke?” I counter and Ike groans. If you want to keep your job here you’ll keep your mouth shut about what you saw last night,” she warns, her blue eyes scorching into mine.

I head over to my tables to check all the salt and pepper shakers and sugar caddies when Misty approaches. I just have to show George I can do this and he’ll give me better tables. It’s no surprise I got the crappiest section as I’m the new girl, but I try to remain optimistic. “Hey, Misty,” I chirp as I tie my apron on and pass by her to the hostess stand to check where my tables will be. Misty is behind the bar, eyes dull and unfriendly as she takes me in. He’ll find out what’s going on soon enough, and I’m sure he’ll be pissed about it. “Charlotte,” Ike warns, but again I ignore him. “Thanks.” I smile brightly, leaving him to his fryer full of fries. I don’t know why he bothers asking me questions when I can’t answer him.

“What are you up to, Charlotte?” Ike asks, and of course, I ignore him. “I just feel like something is going to happen, and having a tough guy like you around might keep things from getting too crazy.” “Are you in some kind of trouble?” he asks, turning to face me. I have a feeling something big is going down today, and I need you to keep an eye on things.” “I appreciate the offer, but that’s not where I’m going with this. “I told you he’s a man whore,” Ike grumbles as he crosses his arms. “You need a date? Someone to show you around?” He winks. I need a favor,” I say, quietly checking over my shoulder to make sure no one can hear me. “Thanks,” I snap, and leave him to fester in his bad mood.Īs I’m rounding the back line where Sniper’s still manning the fryer, I make my way over to him.

Where One Goes by B.N. Toler