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“Why do I have to wear this stupid outfit? I already compelled half the staff to let me in here; now I have to play dress-up?” Indy complained.
“You have to wear it because I said so. Just because the restaurant workers are too dazed and confused to say something to you, that doesn’t mean Wesley will be too. He needs to think you belong if our plan is going to work. Now stop bitching and pull your hair up into a high ponytail,” I replied as I tied the crisp white apron around her thin waist.
Indy wasn’t lying about her skills with compelling, she was brilliant at it, and she easily got permission from the maître d', the head chef, the restaurant manager, and almost ten of the other waiters to not only work with no experience, no application, and no background informa
