EIGHT

VERA’S POV

Martha, Beth and I exchanged a look.

"That would be me, sir —" Martha said before we could talk, but we both interrupted her.

"No. That would be me sir, and I'm sorry," Beth and I said at the same time. We looked at each other and had to bite back a smile. Martha was already in a lot of trouble with the manager and he might fire her.

The manager looked at the three of us in confusion. "Who?" he asked.

"Me," all three of us replied again.

His face clouded over. "Are you playing with me?" he growled. Then he turned to Freya. "Which of them, baby?" he asked her.

Freya pointed at me. The manager turned to me, and I could see he was conflicted. We were not really on bad terms, and I was one of his best employees.

"You?" he asked me. "Seems like a week off has made you forget how to treat customers. No days off for you till I'm satisfied," he said.

By the side, Martha rolled her eyes, which was a feat of its own, but Freya looked very dissat