CHAPTER 29: BOLD AND DIRTY

NATASHA

The sound of a pen tapping against a pad was irritating, but what can I say? I'm just an employee and Doris is bored.

The whole diner is empty.

"That's your twentieth sigh," Doris counted, letting go of the pen and resting her hands on the counter. "Tell me what's going on, and maybe I can help."

"I have a friend..." I began, causing her to burst into laughter before I could finish. "Did I say something funny?"

"Nothing, I'm sorry. Please, continue."

Friend, that's probably the funniest thing about me because I don't have one. And Doris knows that.

After working for her for months and having her in my life, she probably knows almost everything about me, except for the fact that I come from a well-known family.

I continued, summarizing the story I was concerned about, referring to myself as 'this friend of mine'. It seems like Doris didn't catch on to who I was talking about.

"And she's asking for my advice, but I don't know what to say since I've never been in her shoes." I gr