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I call Don and you hear me speaking to him. "Call everyone and have them there at 5:30. Yeah. New assignments, new supervisors, new assistant manager, part time shift reductions, and then we need to talk about the Fall Fling Talent Show that we do every year. No. Because Princess has a dance class at 2, that's why."
 
I grit my teeth. I hated that nickname for me, and I know you only use it when you're annoyed with me. "That's 'her Highness' to you," I growl under my breath, so you can't hear. I go upstairs, slam the door, and lock it so I can get dressed.
 
I head off to my final. My grade would be posted online, so I didn't have to worry about waiting around for that.

I dance my heart out until the final was done. I quickly change into my uniform and run from the university to the bar, making it there by 5:25. I sit down where were having the meeting and smooth everything out and wait for everyone else. I don't even let you know that I'm here until you come out of the manager's office.
 
I come out and stand at the bar before everyone. "Ok, everyone, we have some things that will be changing, and we have to talk about Fall Fling. First, starting tomorrow, Riley is our Assistant manager. She will supervise all of you when she is here." I look at Donovan. "Don will be the general manager, and he and I will split the days and nights we work." I look for any problem children in the crowd before moving on.

"Kaylee, you are head hostess," I avoid making eye contact with you when I let this information out. "You will set schedules for the other hostesses. If a hostess is not full time, she will not get more than 15 hours per week. We have to cut this back because our full time people are not getting full time hours and that is a must."

"Megan," I nod at one of the sporadic employees, "you are now full time, and you will work the bar each night you work. If anyone has any questions, ask Don or Riley." I change subjects and it is clear your hours just got cut by 30%.

"Now, Fall Fling. As you know, Fall Fling is basically a fraternity party throughout Campus Corner. Guys go where there are girls, hot ones. As always, our girls WILL be the best. This means you plan on showing a lot of skin on Thursday, and then Friday night is lingerie night. Dress accordingly. Saturday will be lots of skin again. Riley has done this three years, any questions, see her. But girls, I want sexy. The talent show will be Friday night. Yours truly will perform as I always do, and the rest of you will plan on double shifts because it is a busy weekend."

I look at my notes for the meeting. "Finally, I will not tolerate any nonsense from anyone. If you do not like anything that we have discussed, talk to Don, because I will not entertain your complaints. If Don can't satisfy you, then resign now, because I am not going to go against any decision he makes. Waitstaff, I want you on your toes. Hostesses, there has been too much dicking around at your station, and I expect you to turn the tables around quickly and make sure the customers aren't waiting around too long."

Finally, I wrap up. "Any questions?"
 
I shake my head, clearly furious. I wait until everyone else but you and Don have left before coming up to the two of you discussing something. "I would like to Don real quick, sweetie," I say, my voice full of sugar.

When Don and I are alone, I explode. "What the hell, man? I have worked here FAR longer than Kaylee! And why the hell have my hours been cut by 30%? Reece KNOWS I have tuition to pay!!" I go on in vain for a while, not bothering to keep my voice low. When I am done, I am breathing heavily, my face red, almost crying.
 
"Lynn," he says. "I don't know. You have to take it up with Reece." He explains that you are part time and Kaylee is full time, so that was part of the consideration, but otherwise it was Reece's call. "Are you going to be able to work under Riley?" He asks.
 
"Riley and I are considerably better," I say, slightly calmer. "But still. . . I don't CARE that I'm only part time, I have worked longer AND harder, and the only reason why I 'dick around' while being a hostess is because customers ask me questions and I do my best to answer them, and they enjoy talking to me. If he wants to talk about dicks, he shouldn't talk to about himself like that. You can bet I will be talking to him about this, unless he's willing to pay my tuition, I need more hours. Or I will find another place to work. Simple as that."

I smile at Don sweetly before turning back around and start heading out the door. "I'm heading home, honey," I say, my voice dripping with venom and hurt. "I'll see you there."

And with that I go home and lock myself in the clubroom where I can dance and study.
 
I come home late and go straight upstairs. You hear me, but I have no idea where you are, and don't think to even check the clubroom. I start washing my face and cleaning up before changing clothes and laying on the bed.
 
I don't come upstairs until I am done dancing and studying. I go upstairs and proceed to head straight to the bathroom, where I get cleaned up and change into pajamas. I then come into the bedroom and crawl onto my side of the bed, my back turned away from you.
 
"You know very well what the problem is, Highness," I snap. I turn back over and look at you. "You do realize that I was using my hours to pay for my tuition? And now I have 30% less? I can't continue my studies if I can't earn the money to pay off my tuition! I don't care if I'm part time, I work as hard as everybody else, if not harder! I need this money, Reece!!" I am furious all over again, and I sit up, my face red again. "I don't care what your reasoning is, it's more hours or I quit! And by the way, yes, I did talk to Don, and he said talk to you. So go fuck yourself." I get out of bed and begin pacing, trying to calm down.
 
"Whoa! Wait, really?" I ask. "Fuck myself?" I sit up and cross my arms, taking stock of the situation. "Wonder how many hostesses would get away with this bullshit?!" I ask.

"Full time employees must get 38 hours a week," I tell you. "You take up 26, while Kaylee and Angie, both full time employees, are getting 30 each. So they get priority so that I can justify the cost of their insurance!" I can't believe this. "You can work 40 if you want, but your happy ass doesn't have 40, BECAUSE you have class. So what's it gonna be?"
 
"Whatever!" I yell. "I don't give a fuck anymore! Maybe I should quit AND stop going to school, since no matter what I do, the only time you're pleased is when you're fucking me! Well, guess what, Mr. Manager? I DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT! Just like you don't have to deal with me, I don't have to deal with you, SO-" I snag my pillow and my bear. "I'M sleeping in the clubroom. DO NOT disturb me for the rest of the night, or I will fuck you over so hard, it won't be funny. I need the money and the hours as much as the other girls, since I need to graduate! I'm sorry, my degree is not simply completed online, like yours was. So, yeah, go fuck yourself." With that, I slam the door of the bedroom on my way out and lock the club room.
 
"Fuck you," I say as you slam the door, unsure that you even heard me. I lie there thinking that I cannot believe this reaction and how it is about as ridiculous as it can be. I feel hurt by the shot about completing my degree online, at the same time that I find it cute that you made it a point to grab your bear. But I don't know what to do. This may be our first huge fight, and I figure I should leave well enough alone. I roll over and try to go to sleep.
 
I don't go to sleep right away. I stay up and dance and study until the wee hours of the morning, before falling asleep, exhausted.

I wake up the next morning, get dressed, and leave, all before you're even downstairs to make coffee. I grab my bag and head out the door, since I was going over to Don's and Stacy's today to help her paint the baby's bedroom. In between coats and to escape paint fumes, I study.

As I wasn't scheduled to work, I come back home, having done two coats on each wall in the room, pour myself a Scotch, and lock myself in the clubroom.
 
I make it home after work, and haven't seen you all day. I go change and come to the clubroom and it is locked. I knock and wait for a response.
 
I think about ignoring the knock, but I decide against it. Pausing the soft music I had put on to dance to, I walk over to the door, unlock it, and open it just a crack. "Yes?" I ask softly, but with a trace of annoyance.
 
"I might," I say. "It depends on my mood later." I smile at you. "Thank you, by the way." I take the fettuccine and set it down after taking a few bites.
 
"Yes," I answer honestly. "Quite mad. Not as mad as yesterday, but I haven't calmed down a lot. Why?" I ask.
 
I could hear the subliminal message: "Come on, baby, you know you didn't mean to blow up, come up to bed with me and make love to me, baby."

Yeah, no. Not buying it.

"Down here's just as good," I say.
 
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