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“She’s supposed to be sent home and then has to come back, Harrison.”

“That’s a hassle, Seraphina.” He complained to her as he folded his arms.

“That’s exactly why it’s done that way. So, next time, she doesn’t do it. Now I will be here every week to send her home because she could come in shirtless, and you wouldn’t have an issue with it.” She was sure he wouldn’t send her home for that, just sit and stare at her.

“I think I would notice if she came in shirtless,” he argued, and his eyes dipped down to look at her chest as if she were shirtless.

“Of course you would notice, but you wouldn’t reprimand her for it. You always make me do it, and I’m tired of always being the bad guy around here.” She watched his eyes linger on her breasts then slowly come back to her eyes.

“But you’re perfect for the job. A little bitchy.” Harrison was looking in her eyes as he said it.

“I am not bitchy. I’m just doing my job. I will have you know that I am a very nice person when I am not doing my job.” Which was completely true. At home, she relished being called bitchy. It was so rare. Not one of her kids would call her that—not ever.

“Nice girls don’t take off their shirts in bars, Seraphina,” Harrison said with a smarmy grin.

“What did you say?” she demanded, not denying that it happened. Sadly, that sort of thing happened often with her girls.

A few years ago, when her stepdaughter Lucy had worked for a short time at a screen-printing business, they had kept the mistakes. Sadly, Lucy had a big issue with spelling, so there were many mistakes, and the shirts were fun. From Cancan, not Cancun, to dozens that said, “Grand Cannon,” they were the best shirts, and someone was always wearing a better one, so they would switch. At home or at the bar, it didn’t make a difference. After all breasts were everywhere so who cared anymore?

Until someone like Harrison saw it and commented on it. What was he even doing downtown? Or had he saw it before last night? Not that him seeing her in her bra was embarrassing. It really didn’t matter.

“I said girls like you don’t take their shirts off in bars.” His smirk got even bigger, if that was even possible. His eyes were on her breasts as he said it.

“What I do in my private life is private, Harrison. Just like yours.”

“Not even going to deny it happened?” His skeptical eyes finally traveled back to hers.

“Why? You saw it happen, and it wasn’t the first time, nor will it be the last. But I have never done it in this building, so there is nothing wrong with it. When it happens here, you can comment. Until then, you can forget it happened.” She loved it when she could wrap a lesson into showing him it didn’t embarrass her like he thought it would. Now who was the smug one?

“You are definitely a bitch, shirt on or off,” he growled at her.

Yup hit a sore spot with that one.

“Harrison, you have no idea what I’m like with my shirt off. No. Clue.” Sera walked out of his office as the victor of their battle of wills. Sure, she would have to spend every Friday down here talking to Kylie, but today, she’d won. Score one for Sera’s team!

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