Of course, if you could physically carry multiple plates, you could order for a friend. But most people felt too awkward asking for more than two portions at once.
Claire and her roommates waited a solid fifteen minutes before reaching the front.
The line only moved that fast because the server was a machine of speed and precision!
By the time they arrived, the girls were starving.
Claire finally got a clear look at the server, and unsurprisingly, it was Hillary.
Hillary served with absolute mechanical perfection.
A boy ahead of them tried to flirt, "Hey there, I love the BBQ ribs. Could I get a couple extra?"
Hillary didn't even blink. She scooped a massive ladle-half of it perfectly portioned ribs.
Claire estimated there were easily three or four massive chunks.
It was a generous serving.
If this had been the old cafeteria worker, she would have done the dreaded 'shake,' dropping all the meat back into the tray and leaving the boy with a sad pile of potatoes.
She would have given him maybe one or two pathetic ribs.
If someone complained, she would argue that if the people in front ate all the meat, there'd be none left for the back of the line.
"Thanks!" The boy cheered. No special treatment, but no discrimination either.
When it was Claire's turn, Hillary plunged the ladle in and delivered a mountain of ribs onto her plate.
"The ribs are excellent today. Would you like a bit more?"
Claire shook her head. Her plate held six or seven massive ribs-double the normal serving.
If she took any more, she should be paying for two meals.
Her roommates stared at her plate in absolute shock.
"Claire, I thought they said she didn't play favorites! Why do you have so much more?"
Skylar demanded indignantly.
She wasn't ugly, but she knew she couldn't compete with Claire.
She glanced at Zara.
Zara was drop-dead gorgeous, yet her plate held the standard portion.
Skylar bit viciously into a rib, glaring at Claire. "Confess. What is your relationship with her?"
Claire cleared her throat dramatically.
"You caught me."
"It's pretty privilege!"
None of them bought it.
"No way. She was completely stone-faced with everyone else. You're the only one
who got the VIP treatment."
Zara argued, feeling robbed.
If it was based on looks, where was her extra meat?
Even Reid Dalton swore she was irresistible.
"Is it possible she's my cousin?"
Claire finally dropped the bomb.
The three girls stared at her, wide-eyed. "How is she your cousin?"
Zara knew about Claire's real There was no way a Churchill
heiress was singing hash
cafeteria. Content Belongs
Wait-could she be a cousin from the country?
That made sense!
A rural relative might not have a college degree, making cafeteria work a solid, honest living.
It didn't pay much, but it was respectable.
"Why couldn't she be? She's my cousin from the country!"
Claire lied smoothly. "People marry young back home. Her parents were pressuring her,
so she tan awet
the city."
Sels
"She applied for the job here on her own; I just gave her a little nudge in the right
direction."
"Please don't make a big deal out of it, and keep it quiet."
Claire warned them.
The roommates nodded in understanding.
Though
job fairly, broadcasting her connection to Claire might stir up rumors of nepotism.
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