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girls had an agreement worked out with Gladys that they wouldn't work in the kitchen. You can honor the standing verbal terms or make your own. That's why I hired you."
    "Rain," Ginger said. "You can't let her push us around."
    "She's the manager." He turned around, putting the authority back in Brandy's hands.
    Ginger sighed loudly and remained quiet. Brandy watched Rain walk away, leaving her to decide whether she wanted to push her idea or back down. She'd worked too many years with girls exactly like Ginger who learned how to manipulate to get what they wanted. Strong, independent girls who had learned to endure from a young age. Servers used everything they had to put money in their pocket and keep a roof over their heads. She wasn't any different.
    She'd scraped to support herself and her dad running their bar and fought for every right that came her way out of responsibility and survival. Ginger wasn't going to give up easily.
    Ginger set her chin at a high angle and waited her out. Brandy gave nothing away. "I like what Gladys has done and how she combined work ethics with a personal connection with the working staff, but there's room for improvement. I understand you've gone from a four-waitperson team down to two. Both you and Taylor are putting in double shifts while Rain interviews for one more full time employee and a couple of part timers."
    "No one is complaining about the double shift," Ginger stated.
    She nodded. "Not yet, but there's ways we can improve. Bruce can't be taking the time to take the bins back to the kitchen, loading and unloading the dishwasher. The extra job pulls him away from the customers, which leaves more people at the tables waiting for service. That means—"
    "Hold on. Are you accusing—?"
    " That means customers are hanging around the bar longer, taking up a table that'd serve someone else. It also means the longer they have to stay in the bar to get their buzz on, the more likelihood that you're getting out of here at three in the morning, instead of two," Brandy said.
    Several seconds ticked by, and then Ginger's mouth curved into a smile. "Like an assembly line. The faster we serve, the sooner we get done."
    "And the more tips land in your tight little shorts." Brandy grinned. "Win-Win."
    Ginger's arms unfolded and her shoulders dropped in relaxation. "I hear you on that, girlfriend. Count me in on doing the dishwasher. I'll talk to Taylor when she comes in, but I know she'll do anything if it means extra money. She and Slade are trying to save up to buy a bigger house for the kids."
    "Great. I'll also help with the dishwasher duties. If we all take turns when we have a few moments to spare, it won't seem like such a chore." Brandy stepped back and motioned for her to go back to work. "Thanks for talking with me."
    Ginger shrugged. "You're all right. Not a Gladys, but you'll do."
    She smiled. Inside she pumped her fist and laughed hysterically in success. Her first obstacle now behind her, she celebrated at getting past Ginger's cold treatment toward her and having her see them as equals working together for a good cause. She wasn't looking for friends, and even though her job was a cover for whatever reason Los Li wanted her inside the hubbub of Bantorus MC, she was going to do the best damn job she could do.
    "Nice work," a deep voice said behind her.
    Her adrenaline congregated in her lower stomach. Knowing the caressing voice, she turned around more eager to see him than she wanted to let him know. "Hey, Torque."
    His gaze studied her face, then lowered and swept the length of her body, cementing her to the spot. She couldn't move if she wanted to, and the last thing she wanted to do is move away and lose what he gave her every time he was near. Her feelings were crazy and unrealistic, but she couldn't tell her body not to want more from him.
    He seemed content to look at her, but she had to get back to work. She couldn't expect everyone else to step up and do extra work if she