•BRIANNA• I was at my workplace, a restaurant, where I was working an afternoon shift. I was currently in the kitchen, watching my colleague and also my best friend, Cherry, running around in the kitchen while trying to put something together for the customers to eat. “Are you sure that you don’t need my help, Cherry?” I asked her for the umpteenth time. “Yes, Bri, I’m sure. I don’t want Mrs. Manager to yell at you if she sees you assisting me.” She replied and got back to cooking while I sat, quietly watching her do her thing. “Brianna! Why the hell are you sitting around instead of taking customers’ orders?!” I heard the Manager’s loud voice and I shivered in fear. I was in trouble. “Oh shit! This is not going to be good.” I thought inwardly as I braced myself for what she would say. The manager hates it when we, the employees, sit around when there are no customers in the restaurant. She prefers it if we keep ourselves busy by doing some resourceful things. But we need rest to
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