Page 33 of Skating Towards Danger

Tears fill her eyes, and I roll mine and turn and head to the now-empty table near the door. I stack up the dishes, spray the solution on the table then scrub it.

The diner may look like a shit hole with the holes in the walls, unfinished painting and torn furniture but customers don’t need to eat off sticky dirty tables.

“I’m warning you now, Diane, you’ll hear from my lawyer!” Andrew threatens as he storms into the diner, and I pick up the dirty dishes trying not to laugh at his words.

Threatening to sue her while there’s proof of him screwing women in her office as well as him taking everyone else’s tips and stealing from the tills.

We lock eyes when he walks past, and I smirk at him because yeah karma is a bitch, only for his face to redden, his eyes narrowing. He growls, stomping out of the diner as Marie slowly hides behind the counter so he doesn’t see her and I chuckle.

For the past month, while he’s been trying to get on the same shift as me and failing, those two have gotten away with screwing in Diane’s office and in the storage room, along with some bleach-blonde haired girl who claims to be pregnant by Andrew, or so she shouted three weeks ago and demanded money for an abortion which he threw at her out of the tills.

It was the same woman who was wrapped around Dante a month and a half ago before we slept together, and yep, here comes the burning jealousy filling me yet again.

Dammit!

I sigh and take the dirties to Matt, then walk back to the table to grab my cloth and spray. It turns out Andrew had broken Diane’s computer when he noticed the cameras before she could check them and thought that would be it. Obviously, Diane called the security company and got the footage, it just took them a month to get all the data and clearly he didn’t tell Marie they were being filmed jeopardizing her job, not that I feel bad for her or anything.

I may never have had feelings for Andrew, but she proved she’s not a girls girl.

“About time that horrible man was fired,” an elderly woman sneers next to me, and I smile at her.

Yeah, the customers also don’t like him.

“Marie!” Diane shouts from the back and I watch as the waitress flinches and slowly walks to her sentence, and I grin.

Now, I know she won’t get the sack because Diane needs the staff, but she’ll get a pay cut, which is enough payback for me.

Shaking my head, I go back to the counter and grab a few menus, coloring pencils, and some pictures before going back to the table and placing them on it. As I turn, I nearly bump into a body, making me gasp.

“Hey Paige,” Caz says, and I blink, stepping back a little and then I raise a brow.

Now, why would the Jaguars receptionist who is stuck up as hell be in this part of Brooklyn? She looks out of place in her knee-length silver dress and black blazer.

Damn Dante does have a thing for blondes huh, only Caz, I think is a natural blonde.

My chest tightens that he slept with her, but I swallow the hurt I can feel building, hurt I don’t know if I’m entitled to feel, and ask, “Hey, Caz, do you want a table?”

She pulls a face like a stuck-up bitch making me want to punch her in the face and looks around the diner, then clears her throat and says, “Uh no, actually, I came here to tell you to stop fraternizing with the Jaguar players. otherwise, you can’t use the rink anymore to train.”

Excuse me? The little… Who the hell does she think she is? As if the owner of the arena would stop me from skating in a rink that my mother called home and raised thousands for, bitch, please.

I raise a brow at her, cross my arms over my chest, and state, “Funny because the only players Ispeakto are Rhett and Dante, and last time I checked, Caz, you are the one who sleeps withthe players and you are the one who is under contract with them while I am trying to rehearse for a tribute show for my dead mother,” she flinches as her eyes widen clearly shocked I didn’t just say ‘sure.’ I scoff, “Now, instead of coming here to my place of work why don’t you go to the players and tell them to stop fraternizing with every woman that walks into that arena but just know that will include you now unless you’re going to order something, get the hell out!”

I walk past her, shoving her simultaneously, and go to the counter where Matt has just placed food. He raises his eyebrow to ask if I’m good, and I give him a slight nod and grab the food as Marie walks back behind the counter, her eyes red.

No sympathy here bitch.

“What can I get you?” I hear her rasp before Caz replies, “Uh, nothing. I’m just leaving.”

I sneer but swallow it as I smile and hand the elderly lady who hated Andrew her food.

Damn, day is fucking with my head.

“I’ll see you in three days, Paige. Enjoy your days off,” Matt says as he climbs in his car and I give him a smile then wave, watching him go before I begin to walk home.

Thankfully, the rest of the shift was drama-free. However, I did give Greg Arnolds, the rink's owner, a call and expressed that if he wanted me to train elsewhere so his players don’t work on my schedule even though I was working around theirs, then all he had to do was call me instead of sending his receptionist accusing me of fraternizing with the players.

Petty when I know he most likely had no idea? Yes, do I care? Hell no.

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