That chicken leg was her midnight snack—she wasn’t about to hand it over, no matter what.
“Jezin, restaurant waiter, $150 per day. You dirtied a guest’s clothes while serving; $50 deduction, leaving you with $100.”
“Yvonne, restaurant waiter, $150 per day. Though you didn’t handle the customer issue well, we’ll give you a pass for trying, so you get the full $150.”
When Yuna got to Lilith’s name, she glanced at Jevon: “Pianist, $200 per day. However, since you called in sick this morning and left early without completing your tasks, you’re only getting a $50 humanitarian allowance.”
She pulled out a $50 bill, but instead of handing it to Jevon, she turned to me. “As per our previous agreement, Mia inherits this money.”
I reached out to take the money, a small thrill rushing through me
