---Zander’s POV--- The last of our lunch rush had left and I had just finished cleaning up and putting away the ingredients. Sighing, I grabbed the empty dish pan to collect the other dishes as I stepped out and looked for Ma. “So, about my earlier suggestion…” I started only to get hit with a rag in the chest, which luckily landed in the dish pan. Putting it on the counter, I grabbed the rag and started wiping down the counter. Looking up I came face to face with an angry Ma. “Zan, you have proven a capable worker and a good cook, but how can you ask this?” she demands as she settles in the closet booth. “I agreed to last night but now this! Zan how can you trust them, after what they did?” she asks me. “Because in truth they really didn’t do anything.” Rasing my hand as she goes to once again remind me of the guns, which were securely locked in the safe in the office right at this moment. “Yes, they pointed guns at us and d
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