<strong>JAMIE TRESHAM</strong><br/><br/>Jamie watched coolly as Veronica stepped away from her with a lame apology, and then proceeded to shed her clothes. The little strumpet had quite the fetching body, but the head upstairs …<em>well, she’s certainly not helping the image of blondes around the world,</em>Jamie thought.<br/><br/>She slowly circled to the front of Veronica, her eyes crawling up and down the girl’s body. She stood there for a moment or so, her hands clasped behind her back, studying the new waitress carefully. She licked her lips … and then she bent down and picked up Veronica’s clothing.<br/><br/>“Put. Them. Back. On,” Jamie said. “I don’t believe that Chef Snell told<strong>you</strong>to take off your clothes … he told<strong>me</strong>to take them off you, so I could help you into your brand-new uniform. And in this kitchen, we all do<em>exactly</em>as Chef Snell says. It’s how a well-run kitchen works, darling.”<br/><br/>She threw the clothes in her hands at Veronica. “So you see, it’s not about being two minutes late, or two hours late. It’s about being here when Chef Snell instructs you to be here. And about doing what you’re told.”<br/><br/>Jamie’s cold eyes glittered. “So do as you’re told, and put those fucking clothes back on. Let’s do things properly, shall we?”