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“Did you hear me? I could sue this fucking place!”

“Two.” His lips went tight, and I could tell he was ready to flip on the guys.

Thankfully, before Zander reached three, the guys stood from their table.

“This is bullshit,” the other guy said.

Zander didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his attention to Jerome and said, “Please have these gentlemen removed from the premises, Jerome. Make sure they never step foot inside Empire Sevens again.”

Jerome and Joey escorted the men away from the table, and once they were gone, Zander turned toward me.

“Are you okay?”

I didn’t respond.

I couldn’t.

I was too upset.

Too angry with him.

Turning, I walked away from him, but I didn’t get far before he softly took my arm and directed me to his office.

I could have fought him, but I didn’t because I didn’t want to make a scene.

Once we were inside his office, he closed the door behind him and turned toward me.

“I’ll ask again, which is something I never do. Are you okay?”

I crossed my arms, my anger spiking, but still, I didn’t respond.

“Answer me, Eden,” he snapped.

“No!” I yelled. “I’m not freaking okay, and it’s all your fault,” I spat.

He jerked as if I had slapped him across the face.

“Please, enlighten me. Exactly how is this my fault?”

I chuckled, the sarcasm and anger thick in the sound.

“It’s these stupid things!” I yelled again, tugging at my too short skirt. “Of course, they think it’s okay to touch us and treat us like meat when we walk around looking like this.”

I motioned to my uniform once again.

“Eden …” he started.

But I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. I didn’t want to listen to another freaking word.

Moving closer, I poked him in his massive chest with my finger and cut him off before he could finish his sentence. Then I said precisely what I had been thinking since the very first time I laid eyes on our ridiculous uniforms.

“Fire me. I don’t care, but I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking. We look like whores running around this place. I don’t blame the male customers for being just a tiny bit confused!”

Before he could respond, I turned on my heels, pulled the office door open, and left, slamming the door behind me. I was sure I probably wouldn’t have a job the next morning, but at that moment, I didn’t care.

He was an asshole.

A selfish, evil, cruel asshole.

Which was why I was shocked to my very core the next morning when I went to work to find out that not only did I still have my job, but also that our old uniforms were sitting in our lockers waiting for us.

No more slutty uniforms, and I knew it was Zander I had to thank for that. Even though he would never admit it.

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