𝐅𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓; G. Ramsay

Chapter Seven

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I SIT ACROSS from Rick, Tony, and the other kitchen crew in the dining room.

My arms are crossed over my waist, back slumped in the barstool. Ashley sits beside me up at the bar, and Marissa is seated in the spot next to her.

Two other waitresses are here now, the women we don't really get along with well.

Marissa, Ashley and I, are like sisters. We are inseparable, and never let the small things get to us. We will always be there for each other, no matter what; and we promised each other that.

One of the other waitresses is older. Her name is Justina. She's in her forties, and she's extremely stuck up. She acts like she owns the place. Dark hair, a longer pixie cut. She wore too much eyeliner, and her brows were obviously drawn on.

The other girl, Katrina, is a server around Ashley and I's age, and she was a total bitch.

Whenever her and I are on together, we get into arguments all the time. Marissa and her never hit it off, either.
We've all had our moments when we'd just drop the drama and help each other out, but most of time, we're arguing.

Another server is here too; Mere. She was like the mother of the crew. She stands tall, arms crossed over her chest in a serious stature behind our barstools.

The kitchen crew, all of the boys, sit at the tables, away from the bar. There's Rick, Shaun, Joey, and Brandon. Then, of course, Tony, who leans up against the wall.

Gordon stands there, arms over his chest with a look of exhaustion on his features. I feel bad for him, I have to admit.

"Now that I have you all together in the same room . ." He trails off with a hopeful tone in his voice, "God willing— I'm hoping we can all sort things out peacefully about the situations that you all are going through."

"You're not going to get anywhere." Katrina crosses her arms over her waist, leaning her back against the bar counter.

Ashley and I roll our eyes to each other.

I do find myself often admiring Katrina's glamorous hairstyle, and outfit choices when she's out of work, though. I'll admit myself to that.

Her hair is a short straight bob, and platinum blonde. A few stray pieces of her side bangs fall over arched brunette brows. She's usually wearing some type of thick silver or gold hoop earrings, and black eyeliner with long lashes.

She was pretty, but she was fake. And of course, a bitch. She acts stuck up, like she's better than everyone else; just because she's pretty, and has money.

"Not with that attitude." Gordon remarks, glancing at her with an annoyed expression.
"So," he claps his hands together. "Let's go over what happened last night."

I look to Marissa, and her eyes trail over to Rick with a harsh glare. Mine do the same.

"Where the hell, were the other cooks last night?" Gordon asks, eyes staining on Tony and Rick. "Rick was by himself, with of course, the wandering Tony. We had SIX TABLES walk out last night. Do you not understand how degrading that is?" Gordon raised his voice at Tony.