Book 7-Come Back Raquel!

Authors: Al & Cari

Written: October 2007

Summary: Tracy, Amber and David decide to help get Raquel’s job back

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“He WHAT?”

 

“You can’t really be that surprised.”

 

Tracy sniffled. Her cold still wasn’t gone, but Betty guilt tripped her into coming in. Betty would get off her deathbed to come into work on her day off, and she had, so she didn’t understand staying home with a cold when she could work with pneumonia or the bubonic plague. 

 

“Well…I guess I’m not…but…fired?  I never thought Nate had the nerve.”

 

Amber shrugged. “I think Shane had more to do with it than Nate did, honestly.  You know Nate.”

 

“Yeah.” Tracy bit into her lip and glanced around the nearly empty store.  She spotted Betty in the romance section, dropping book after book into the basket of her regular romance reader.  Nicole was in the back, unpacking boxes, and Amber moped around behind the register, having been the morning opener.  Steve was due in any moment. “So is that why you’re bummed?  Cause Raquel got fired?”

 

“Well…kinda…” Amber looked a little guilty. “Robert Jordan died yesterday.”

 

Tracy looked blank. “The fantasy writer guy?  Raquel gets fired and you get more emotional over a guy you never met?”

 

“You don’t understand-you don’t read his books!  Now he’s NEVER going to finish the Wheel of Time series!”

 

“What about Robert Jordan?” It was a customer who had just stepped into the store. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but-“

 

“He’s dead!” Amber wailed.

 

“WHAT?”

 

Tracy backed away from the two mourners and hurried over to Betty, who had finished with her customer and was now straightening her precious romance section. “Hey, Betty, so what’s this I hear about Raquel?”

 

Betty straightened, brushing a few loose strands of her graying hair out of her face. “Well, it’s an unfortunate business, but we had to let her go.” She didn’t look like she cared that much to talk about it.

 

“Why?”

 

“Well, you know as much as any of us that she was unreliable and…well, rude.  We can’t have anyone on staff like that.”

 

Tracy frowned. “But Nate gave her a ‘meet expectations’ on her performance review-“

 

“And I’m sure Nate had his reasons. But I’m sure we’ll discuss it in our meeting tomorrow.”

 

“What meeting tomorrow?”

 

“Our manger meeting.  We always have them on Friday.”

 

“I have Fridays off.”

 

“Oh dear.  Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to miss it.  Maybe you could come in on your day off?  Just for an hour.  I’m thinking of bringing cupcakes.”

 

Tracy wanted to tell her where she could shove her cupcakes, but bit her tongue and instead walked away.  If no one could give her a clear answer, she’d have to call Raquel herself.

 

Tracy, your nose is running. Do you need a tissue?” Betty pulled a wadded, and probably used, pink tissue out of her swear pocket and offered it to Tracy.

 

“I’ll get one from the back.” She stole into the backroom, where she found Nicole muttering over a pile of books and a packing list.

 

“How are you feeling? You look awful,” Nicole said. She wiped her forehead with the back of her arm.

 

“I need a tissue.” Tracy pulled one out of the box just in time for a sneeze.

 

“Bless you.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

Tracy grabbed her cell phone from her purse and dialed Raquel’s number. On the fourth ring, a muttered voice asked, “What do you want?”

 

“Raquel, it’s Tracy.  What the hell happened last night?”

 

“You woke me up to ask that?”

 

“It’s two in the afternoon!”

 

“Oh. Hold a minute.”

 

Tracy heard Raquel shuffle around, a few cuss words, and then she came back on the line.

 

“What can I do for you? You sound like you’re drowning.”

 

“Raquel, I heard you were fired.”

 

“Not really. I’m suspended until Nate gathers all the evidence to fire me. He tried to fire me over the phone, but I think that’s illegal.”

 

“What kind of evidence?”

 

“He needs a paper trail, and he needs a well documented valid reason for firing me or I can sue his ass.”

 

“Is it really worth suing him to get your job back?”

 

Tsk. Hell no. But it’s worth suing him just ‘cause I can.”

 

“What if I can get you your job back?”

 

Raquel took a moment to think. “I guess that’s ok. I don’t want to have to buy all my magazines, and I could sure use the cash.”

 

“When are you meeting with Nate?”

 

“The managers are having a meeting about it tomorrow morning. I’m supposed to come in around eleven. Hang on a sec.” Raquel covered the mouthpiece and shouted, “Andrew, you idiot! You better give that back!” Raquel came back. “Sorry. My brother is twirling my chain around in the hallway. I don’t know how he got it off my pants, but anyway…”

 

“Don’t worry, Raquel. We’ll get you your job back.”

 

“Do you really care if I work there or not? I mean, you’re one of those manager types. You should agree with them.”

 

Tracy rolled her eyes. “I may have a key, but I am not a manager, at least by their definition, and I only want to get your job back because I don’t think anyone should be fired from here. This job is bullshit.”

 

“Who are you talking to?” Nicole looked up from the box she was unpacking.

 

“I gotta go.” Tracy snapped her phone shut. “No one.”

 

Nicole placed her hands on her hips. She was a middle-age woman, soft around the middle, and had very straight straw yellow hair that always hung in her face. “Don’t lie to me. I know it was Raquel.”

 

Tracy shoved her cell phone back into her purse. “I can’t believe she got fired.”

 

Tsk. I can. She had it coming. The only reason Nate didn’t do it sooner is because he’s a chicken.”

 

Tracy shrugged, not because she didn’t agree, but because it was best to stay neutral with Nicole. No one knew whose side she was on, and she had an opinion about everything.

 

“Need help getting the magazines out?”

 

“The weeklies just came in. Take that cart and hurry back. I’ve got eight more boxes when you’re done.”

 

Tracy was glad for the excuse to get out of the back room. She wheeled the cart out onto the floor. The top magazine was In Touch with the main heading Is Brittany Spears fat? Shocking photos inside! Tracy couldn’t help but think of Raquel.

 

She rolled the cart next to the magazine racks and glanced again at the title.  She’d never really looked at one of those gossip magazines-they were just junk, in her opinion, but still, a weird part of her was curious.

 

Glancing around, she saw Amber behind the desk, ordering some books for the sci-fi section, and Betty was still back in Romance.  She grabbed the magazine and flipped it open to a page that claimed Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes were expecting another kid.  The article was filled with ‘friends of their friends claimed’ and ‘insiders confessions’ that proved to Tracy exactly what she thought-this stuff was crap.

 

“Quality reading?” Amber’s voice cut in and Tracy jumped.

 

“How long have you been standing there?”

 

Amber shrugged. “How long have you been reading that?”

 

Tracy quickly grabbed the old In Touch and yanked it off the shelf. “So Raquel wasn’t really fired.  She’s on suspension.”

 

“Suspension?  Geez, Nate really doesn’t have any balls, does he?”

 

“I guess he’s looking for evidence that Raquel is a bad employee.”

 

“Well…she’s not exactly the greatest.” Amber picked up an Entertainment Weekly magazine and flipped it open. “Does he have evidence?”

 

“That’s what I don’t know.  She may have a few complaint cards written about her.  Probably written by Shane, though.”

 

Amber arched her eyebrows. “Getting a little testy, aren’t you?”

 

“I can’t help it.  Either fire her completely or keep her on.  This suspension crap is stupid.  We work at a retail store, not an office.” The front door opened and in stepped a tall guy with a pair of khakis and a long-sleeved button down shirt.  He glanced around and noticed Amber and Tracy. “Who’s that?”

 

Amber gave a small wave and he headed towards them. “That’s Jason-he works at the gun store.  I think Raquel likes him.” Her voice trailed off as he approached.

 

“Hey.  Is Raquel working today?”

 

“Not today.” Amber replied and Jason sighed.

 

“I hope she’ll be in tomorrow.  I have tickets to go to a gun show in Tacoma on Saturday, and since she expressed interest yesterday, I thought she’d like to go.”

 

“Oh, well, she was f-“

 

“She’ll be here tomorrow.” Tracy interrupted. “She works mid-shift, so about 11?”

 

Jason brightened. “Great.  I’ll be back tomorrow.” He left quickly and Amber turned to Tracy.

 

“What was that?”

 

“Raquel likes him?”

 

“Yeah, I think so.  I know, doesn’t seem quite her type.  Well, maybe with the exception of the eyebrow ring, but I always thought the tongue ring would hurt.”

 

“If she found someone she likes, then we shouldn’t stop it because Nate and Shane are idiots.”

 

“OK…still not following you.”

 

“Good afternoon, Tracy.  How’s your cold?” It was Steve, who had mysteriously appeared in the store. Tracy turned around, and Steve eeped. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

 

Tracy rolled her eyes.

 

Steve seemed oblivious. “Did you hear about Raquel?  The store will be so much nicer now.  We’ll actually get work done.” He took a deep breath and smiled. “With all that evidence

against her-“

 

“What evidence?”

 

Steve cocked his head and stared at Tracy. “The complaint cards, my notes on how irresponsible and unprofessional she was-“

 

“Steve, have you signed in yet?”

 

His face paled. “Oh no!  Gosh darnit, I’m going to be late!” He made a beeline for the backroom and Amber checked her watch.

 

“He’s got 5 minutes.”

 

“I know.  I can’t stand it when he starts talking.  So, are you in?”

 

“In for what?”

 

“For helping me destroy the evidence and get Raquel her job back?”

 

Amber looked at Tracy for a minute. “Are you serious? How are you going to do that?”

 

“Break into the personnel files in the back. They’re locked in the file cabinet. We’ll come in at night when no one else is here.”

 

“No, no way. There’s a camera back there, and the alarm system.”

 

“I can shut off the alarm.”

 

“But each keyholder has their own alarm code. Nate will know you turned off the alarm. And even if you get in with a different code, there’s still the camera.”

 

“That’s where you come in. You have all sorts of theatre and electronic systems training from drama in high school. You could shut off the camera, or do some sort of crazy imaging thing.”

 

Amber thought for a moment. “Is it worth losing your job to get Raquel’s back? I mean, she was an ‘improvement needed’.”

 

“I’ve got nothing to lose. I don’t need this job. My boyfriend can support us. Plus, this will be some payback for how many times the managers have yanked me around and not promoted me. It’s starting to piss me off!“

 

“You take this job way too seriously, especially if you think David can support you on his lowly salary.”

 

“I didn’t say anything about David.”

 

“You didn’t have to.”

 

Tracy looked puzzled. “Will you help me?”

 

“Sure. I’ve got nothing else to do, and I know where we can start.”

 

“Where?”

 

“Steve’s little notepad. It’s got all his notes, observations, and probably Shane’s alarm code.”

 

“Would he be stupid enough to write that down?”

 

Amber raised her eyebrows.

 

“You’re right. Where does he keep it?”

 

“In his pocket.”

 

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.” Tracy backed up. “I’m not going in there.”

 

“Oh relax, he has to take it out of his pocket sometime.”

 

“Maybe we can get David to snag it while he’s in the men’s room?”

 

“And that’s better than going into his pockets how?”

 

“Good point.”

 

“You two are still here?” Steve joined them at the registers. “You are becoming as bad as Raquel was.”

 

“You’re up here, too,” Amber pointed out.

 

“Oh crap, I’m going to sneeze.” Tracy turned her head and let it explode onto her right shoulder. “Oops. I’ll be right back.” And she went in the backroom to get a tissue.

 

“I’m only up here to tell you that Betty and I are going to be in the backroom discussing some things.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Like giving me more responsibility.”

 

“Do you really think Nate will promote you? He doesn’t need another keyholder, and he hasn’t promoted Tracy though he’s promised to for the past year.”

 

“He will. I know he will.” But Amber could see the worry sink into his expression. “Won’t he?”

 

“Steve, I’m ready.” It was Betty.

 

Steve scurried back into the backroom. An idea hit Amber.  Betty almost always set her keys in a drawer near the registers. She eased the drawer open and grinned.  Sure enough, Betty’s wad of keys lay there, joined by several little charms that had the faces of her grandkids on them.  She glanced at the clock. Betty was supposed to be off in 15 minutes, but she was talking to Steve, and that might last an hour.

 

“OK, OK, I’m leaving!” It was Tracy, who stormed through the door, a pissed off look on her face.  At the last second, she turned and flung the door open. “I’m a freaking manager, too, ya know!” She shouted to Betty and Steve. “You should freaking fill me in occasionally!” She half-muttered under her breath and stormed up to the counter and sneezed. “Raquel is right-this place sucks.”

 

“I found Betty’s keys,” Amber said quietly. She picked them up doing her best to show them to Tracy without them all clanking together.

 

Tracy’s eyes gleamed. “Have you taken your last break?”

 

“Yeah, about-“

 

“No, you haven’t.  I need you to do me a favor.  Can you run down to old man Harvey’s place and get duplicates made of her keys?”

 

Amber looked blank. “Does he do that?”

 

“Sure, I’ve gone there before for duplicating.  Just…keep an eye on him.  Sometimes he forgets what he’s doing, and hurts himself.”

 

“OK…but which key is it?” She showed Tracy the large collection.  Tracy shrugged, chose three keys from the clump of metal and plastic, slipped Amber some money and hurried her out of the store.

 

A few moments later, Betty came to the registers with her rolling suitcase behind her. “I’m going to go home.  I’m taking the grandkids to the zoo.”

 

“Uh…how did your conversation with Steve go?”

 

“Oh, it went great. Nate’s got some big plans for Steve. Can you hand me my keys?”

 

“Sure, but did I tell you about the time the store was a mess when he closed, and Steve volunteered to stay late and help?”

 

Betty’s face lit up. “No, he didn’t. Where is he? I’ll got praise him now!” Betty was already gone. Tracy swore under her breath and a few minutes later, Amber returned, face pale, the sound of sirens echoing behind her. “Old man Harvey forget what he was doing?”

 

“I didn’t know fingers bled that much.”

 

“Did you get the keys?”

 

Amber nodded, handing her the three keys.

 

“OK, great.  Can you meet me back here at 11?”

 

“Sure.  Just the two of us?”

 

“I’ll give David a call, he might want to get in on this-plus, we need a look out.”

 

“David.  Sure.” Amber winked, and hurried to leave.

 

11PM

 

Amber waited outside in the cold. The clouds covered up the moon, and only half the lights in the parking lot worked. The strap from her bag dug into her shoulder. She switched it to the other shoulder, but that one was sore, too.

 

A car approached and parked at the other side of the lot by the vitamin store. The windows were slightly fogged, and the car rocked.

 

Oh man, Amber thought, A couple of teenagers here to have some fun. Where the hell are Tracy and David?

 

The car jerked one last time and the doors opened. Tracy and David got out.

 

Oops…

 

Like Amber, Tracy wore all black. David must have been confused because he wore khaki pants and a white T-shirt.

 

“About time,” Amber said. “Was the quickie in the car really necessary?”

 

“What?” Tracy asked.

 

Nevermind. You ready? I have a math test in the morning. I can’t be out all night.”

 

“Did you get Steve’s notebook?”

 

“Yep.” Amber held it up. “It has Shane’s alarm code in it. Won’t Nate be suspicious to see him enter the store at night?”

 

“No. Shane lives close to here, and Nate sometimes calls him at odd hours to get him to get something from the store for him.”

 

“That’s dedication.”

 

“Not really. It gives him someplace to sleep off his buzz before he goes home to his wife. Let me see that.” Tracy took the book from Amber and flipped through it. “How come I didn’t know he kept this?”

 

“I caught him writing in it when I came back from my break early one afternoon.”

 

Tracy stopped half way through. “I do to take my manager responsibilities seriously! And I don’t make up excuses to miss the meetings! They schedule the damn things on days I don’t work! Any time I try to talk to Nate, his wife calls him to come home!”

 

David pulled the book out of her hands and turned to a page. “He thinks I’m a robot.”

 

“Hey guys, can we get on with this?” Amber said.

 

“Give me that.” Tracy took the book back. “What page is the code on? How did you get this anyway?”

 

“It’s written on the inside flap, and let’s just say, I had to use my powers of persuasion.”

 

Tracy turned her key in the lock. The alarm beeped on the wall inside the door. She had one minute to shut it off before the cops were summoned. “David, keep a lookout. Let’s hope this works.” She punched the code in. The beeping stopped. “Phew. Amber, the camera?”

 

“There’s just the one in the back. I was messing with it on my lunch break. I was able to hack into the computer, and I think I can stop the recording, splice some of the video from earlier in the night, and change the date on it so it looks like it’s been recording all night.”

 

Tracy stared at her blankly. “What?”

 

“Come on. How often does Nate even check the thing?”

 

“Only when he feels like he needs to take charge of something.”

 

Amber glanced back to where David was stood, almost glowing in his light colored clothes. “Maybe someone else should keep watch.”

 

“Come on.”  They entered the room and Amber hurried to the computer, where she started typing and clicking the mouse. “Well?”

 

“Yeah, this’ll work.  But it’ll take a few minutes.”

 

Tracy took the keys out of her pocket and tried them in the filing cabinets.  The first got stuck. “Damn.” She fiddled with it a few seconds, then hit the cabinets and sneezed.

 

“Bless you.”

 

Grr…Powers of persuasion, huh?”

 

“What?”

 

“How you got that notebook.  I’m curious now.” She broke her nail trying to dig the key out.

 

Amber looked embarrassed. “Well…I went into the backroom when it was time to leave, and Steve had it in his hand.  So…I got it from him.”

 

“I doubt you ripped it out of his hands.  So how’d you do it?” She found some pliers on Nicole’s little work table and attacked the key.

 

“Um…I may have…um, hit on him.”

 

The key snapped in half and sent Tracy sprawling. “What!?” She sputtered.

 

“Yeah, it was gross, and stupid, and I’m not too happy that I did it, especially for Raquel, but it was the only thing I could think of.”

 

“What’d he do?” She grabbed the pliers again and went back to the cabinets to fish out the rest of the key.

 

“He almost passed out.  I don’t think he knew quite what to do.” She shuddered. “He dropped the stupid book, he was so confused.  I think Raquel is right-I don’t think he has a girlfriend. At least one who’s attracted to him.”

 

The key popped out of the lock and smacked Tracy in the face.  “OW!” She rubbed her forehead and went for the second key.  It went in nice and smooth, but then refused to come out.  She muttered and reached for the pliers again.

 

“He didn’t even notice that he had dropped the notebook.” Amber finished.

 

Tracy shook her head. “That would explain why Steve was all weird the rest of the day.  He kept muttering to himself about something, and then when I mentioned your name, he kinda

froze and did that lame ‘why would I want to know about Amber?’, which was weird cause I didn’t ask him anything about you.”

 

Tracy gave one last tug on the key with enough force to not only yank the key out, but send Tracy crashing into the bookshelves in the back. 50 or so mass market books rained down

on her.

 

“I’m leaving that on the video.”

 

“Shut up and help me clean these up.”

 

“In a minute. I’m almost in.” Amber’s fingers sped across the keyboard, gave a quick click of the mouse, and the image on the screen changed from the book mess and the safe to Amber and Steve earlier that day. Steve sat in Nate’s chair. Amber put her hands on his knees and leaned over.

 

“Oh, geez, Amber, I didn’t know you meant those powers of persuasion. This is like a bad porn movie. Gross!”

 

“Oops. I rewound too far.”

 

Tracy went back to the file cabinet. “You know I won’t let this one go.”

 

“If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.”

 

The third key went in easily, and with a little bit a jiggling, it turned and the drawer slid open. “Bingo.” Tracy rifled through the files. “Wow. We’ve had a lot of people working here. Hey, what’s Raquel’s last name?”

 

“You don’t know?”

 

“No. Do you?”

 

“No.”

 

“Crap. I’ll have to go through all of them. Oh, hey, here’s Steve’s.” Tracy pulled it out. “Oh, my gosh, there’s a mug shot in here! Look at this.”

 

“They should have used that as the employee of the month photo.”

 

Tracy put the file back and went through the next couple of them. “Here. I found it.” She laid it down on Nate’s desk and flipped through the paperwork. “Wow, she’s been written up so many times you could make a novel out of it.” She set those documents aside.

 

Amber took a quick glance. “Hey, she’s making more than me. That’s not fair.”

 

“Ok, I got it all. Let’s get out of here.”

 

The door swung open and David ambled in, munching on a power bar.

 

“What are you doing in here?” Tracy wanted to know. “Aren’t you supposed to be on look-out?”

 

“Yeah. There’s a cop ticketing your car.”

 

“What?”

 

David shrugged. “Won’t be bad-$50, maybe.”

 

Tracy glowered. “Raquel owes me big time for this.”

 

“I’ll go see if he’s gone, since genius here would give us away.” Amber slipped out of the backroom and moved her way through the bookcases, stopping at one and peering over the top to see into the parking lot.  The cop was getting back into his car and pretty soon, the only thing left of him was the tail lights heading down the road.  She hurried back to the backroom, where she found Tracy sitting in Nate’s chair, reading Shane’s file. David sat on Nicole’s stool working his way through his second power bar.

 

“OK, coast is clear.” She said, disappointed. Was she ever going to get evidence that they were a couple?

 

“Listen to this-Shane was a shoe salesman at Macys before he came here.” Tracy snorted. “No wonder he’s a suck up.”

 

“Can we leave now?”

 

“Sure.” Tracy returned the files into the cabinet and locked it up.  Then the three trooped out.

 

Once outside, Tracy gestured to the little notebook Amber still held. “You gonna do something with that?”

 

Amber sighed. “I want to burn it.”

 

David surprised them both by producing a lighter.

 

“Wait!” Tracy jumped in the way. “I want to read it first.”

 

“Why?” Amber asked.

 

“What can be more entertaining than the inner workings of Steve’s mind?”

 

“Or more frightening?”

 

Tracy sighed. “Ok. Fine. Go ahead and burn it.”

 

David held the flame up to the corner. “I’ll get you a new one for your birthday.” David dropped it on the ground when the flames got close to his fingers. The three of them huddled around it as if it were a campfire.

 

“I wish I had marshmallows,” Amber said.

 

The book was reduced to a pile of ashes and black smudge on the sidewalk.

 

“Come on. David and I will burn the rest of these later.” Tracy tucked the stack of papers under her arm.

 

 

*

 

The next day at noon, David, Tracy (who came in on her day off to hear the verdict), and Amber, anxiously waited for Raquel to come out of her meeting with Nate, Shane, Steve, and Betty.

 

“Do you think Nate will notice the missing paperwork?” Amber whispered.

 

“No. Nate didn’t write any of it. I doubt he saw any of it,” Tracy answered.

 

“What about Shane and Steve? What will they think?”

 

Tracy shrugged. “They’ll assume Nate had it and lost it, I guess.”

 

“It’s a little late to be wondering about this now,” David said.

 

“Did you guys burn it?” Amber asked.

 

“No. I fed it to my shredder.”

 

An old beat up black Volkswagon pulled up in front of store and sputtered to a stop. The woman in the front seat leaned across to the driver and gave him a brief kiss, then the door opened and Joyce got out. The driver looked over at them briefly, then drove off.

 

“Hey, was that Francis?” Amber pointed.

 

Joyce walked in the store, her head in the clouds. “Hey, guys. Why’s everyone here?”

 

“I’m not. Now that you’re here, I can go home.” David turned and left.

 

“Does he hate me?” Joyce asked.

 

“No. He’s just weird,” Tracy answered.

 

“Oh.”

 

“Raquel is in her meeting with the managers,” Amber explained.

 

“And Steve.” Tracy folded her arms and rolled her eyes. “Jerk.”

 

“Oh. I’m going to go sign in now.” Joyce turned and crashed into David.

 

“Bye. See you later,” David said. He marched right out the door to his car.

 

“Now I know that guy hates me.”

 

It was then that Raquel, Betty, Shane and Steve emerged from the café and walked into the store. Raquel looked nonchalant, Betty looked excited, and Shane and Steve looked upset.

 

“Uh oh,” Amber said.

 

Raquel stopped at the registers next to Amber and Tracy, and the rest paraded to the back room.

 

“What happened?” Tracy asked. “And where’s Nate?”

 

“I have a job,” Raquel answered. “And Nate’s wife called. He’s still over there talking to her.”

 

“Wahoo!” Tracy cheered.

 

“Steve and Shane are pissed. Apparently they wrote a big summary of all the ‘incidents’ that happened between us, but they couldn’t find it. Without a paper trail, they can’t fire me. We had a long discussion instead. Nate is eager to work on my development. So, at least until they find the document, I’m still here.”

 

David burst into the door and walked right to Raquel. “I assume you have your job?”

 

“Uh…yeah,” Raquel answered.

 

“I have a present for you.” David handed Raquel a piece of paper. “Congratulations.” He turned and walked back out.

 

“What was that all about?” Amber watched him jump back in his car and drive off.

 

“What is it?” Tracy asked.

 

“It’s a parking ticket.” Raquel set it down on the counter. “I don’t even have a car. How can I have a parking ticket?”

 

Tracy and Amber laughed.

 

“What?”

 

“Let’s just say that’s your fee for us getting you your job back,” Tracy said.

 

“What?”

 

“Nothing. We’re glad to have you back.”

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