Voyeurism

My office had gotten a little dim, I noticed, and it was the first hint that my workday was almost over.  I ran my eyes along the next proofing document, not really reading it, more so sizing it up.  I was debating whether to call that one the last for the day, or the one I was about to finish.  I thought about going home and decided there wasn’t much worth hurrying home for.  In the grand scheme of things, my fish would just have to survive an extra half hour without dinner.  A comical thought of my goldfish tightening their proverbial belts came to mind. I chuckled as I finished the Brown vs. Metzger proof and sat back with a smiling sigh.  I unfolded the manila envelope and pulled out the next piece of …

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I was proud of my restaurant, we weren’t the biggest in New Orleans, and we weren’t the most famous, not by a long shot, but we were working our way toward being the best. Some people had even got around to noticing us. Some good local press and a few real positive reviews were bringing in the crowds. Life was looking good. That night, though, I was a bit nervous. Jolie and Maria were scheduled to close and they had staring daggers at each other all night. It appeared they both had the hots for the new bartender, Carlos. They were usually among most my most reliable staff members. Jolie was a petite Cajun girl with wavy brown hair and a dazzling smile. She managed the waitresses and often Maria, our bar manager, had long …

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