Chapter 56 – Dinner Party

• Andre barks my name, breaking me from my thoughts, and I have to skitter across the bar to help him dismantle a couple of booths and set up a table for sixteen.
• “God,” I murmur, carrying one end of a heavy bistro table back into the service room, “I thought I was like…ornamental.”
• “We’re all ornamental,” Andre mutters, carrying the other end, more frantic than I’ve seen him before, “until the boss comes. And then we’re all expendable.” We put the table down and I huff for breath as Andre reaches for me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Do I need to explain to you, Bambi, how big of a deal tonight is?”