"Fucking finally," she sighed, totally exhausted. "That was a long
night with lots of shitty customers. Thank god I can take off this
hostess persona for the night."
Working in a
fancy restaurant as this, Margo had seen it all. From businessmen who
wanted to show off their wealth (compensating, much?) from men who got a
bit grabby, she'd had to put up with a lot of shit. However, this took
the cake-a company was having a party in honor of their boss. What
seemed like an eternity, the boozed up guys eventually started to
stagger home, leaving her to clean up the mess with her fellow
employees. What everybody there didn't realize was that she literally
meant that she would be taking off her persona; a little zipping noise
accompanied the fact that her "face" was gently being lifted off, only
to be put back on when she clocked back in the next day.
Grabbing her coat and heading out the door, she made her final reflections on the night.
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