It was at that moment, his cup was refilled and a voice was whispered for their table’s ears only. “Pay no mind,” said the pretty waitress. “Their company’s taking lay-offs. It’s a tough time.”
Sabienn looked to the uniformed people settling themselves back into their conversation. Some eyes were slyly looking his way to see the reaction.
“They run water trucks,” continued the girl, wiping down the boys’ table. As she did so, Sabienn couldn’t help but notice the woman was pointing her cleavage in Bray’s direction. And a look at his friend’s face who was trying to keep a blank stare showed that it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Same guy who owns their company owns this place,” she added. “A man called Ragg Chatters.”
Sabienn exchanged glances with Bray and enquired, “For a Turr, is he a fair bos
