“I don’t give a shit if it’s the damn Pope,” he growled. “She’s not working here. I don’t want her around.” Deciding I had nothing to lose, I hit him again with the tray. “Listen, Viking. I don’t know what your problem is with me. Whatever narcissistic delusional roller coaster you’re on, I’m not here to ruin your life. I’m trying to earn back some of the money my sister stole from me, and until the bank unfreezes my account, I’m not letting you or anyone else stand in the way of Waylay’s Pop-Tarts.” “Unless you want to take her tables for her, boss, I’m siding with Naomi,” Sherry said. Knox’s
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