The wage slave gives a shivering sigh. "Your funeral. The boss's boss is kinda chewing out your friend and the manager something fierce. Look, I'll take you to the inside of the door, but after that I didn't see you. You came in when the other girl did." He can tell this isn't going to be a good day if the new driver figured out so much.<br/><br/>"And yeah, the big guy caught 'em in his office," Guardy McGuardson says as he keys in the door passcode. "Like, last time he just tossed the gal out and docked the shit out of Jim's pay. I think he's gone for some magic this time. Not only because this is like, strike three, but also because the boss's chair probably costs more than both of us make in a year, and I don't even want to think about what they did on his desk or near that fancy microscope he's got."<br/><br/>Before the inner door gets opened the guard says, "And remember. You decided to wait in here for your friend for a while, then opened it up."<br/><br/>Harper gets a few whistles from the line cooks and servers that aren't currently occupied with actively cooking an order. Or ignoring the screams and rant from upstairs. Harper's a bit late to the party, but Atzlan Spanish's enough like normal Spanish that all she has to do is fill in some of the more foreign swears and she can guess what's being said. She can probably even spot the woman that's likely to get a promotion to shift manage because of this incident.