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Amos“You took a lunch today, right?” I ask Jen, Lion’s Lair’s greeter. She’s a spunky nineteen-year-old with a megawatt smile, whom I’ve caught working through her lunch several times this week.
In fact, I’ve noticed most of Alma’s staff going above and beyond their work responsibilities and hours since I started on Monday. Alma has a great group of people here. Save for the one bad apple they had, everyone is wonderful. It definitely feels like a family.
“Yes, Boss.” Jen puckers her lips. “I actually took a long one. My boyfriend is home on leave. He took me to Olive Garden for lunch. It was delicious.” She rubs her belly for effect.
I lean against the front desk, looking down at Jen. The front of the desk is tall, like one would see at a hotel. Jen sits behind it with a workstation
