After Hours: Black Lace Classics - Plot & Excerpts
But, irritatingly, news of him nevertheless reached her from every quarter. The new waitresses each told her, on separate occasions, how much they fancied Micky. Then on Saturday one of the new waiters came up to her office and said in outraged tones: ‘All that stuff we got from the market, he’s saying it’s rubbish, unusable.’ Venny had to admit he had cause to be outraged. She thought he’d done a good job and had told him so. He had bought carefully, choosing only top-quality goods and haggling for the best prices. ‘But what’s wrong with it?’ she asked, puzzled. ‘It’s not organic,’ said the waiter, whose name was Neil. ‘He says that no client of his is going to eat lettuce that has been sprayed with pesticides up to forty times before it gets to the table, and he says it’s ridiculous to pay the mark-up on cherry tomatoes on the vine when there’s a sunny backyard here where we could grow our own – organically, of course. Venny, the man’s a pain.’ Venny returned her attention to her computer.
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