Shirma loved her waitressing job at the restaurant. It was just dealing with the kitchen crew, that proudly addressed themselves as the “white brigade”, and more in particular, Chef Logan, that posed a challenge.

Just tonight, Shirma hurried to grab a bag of frozen fruit from the walk-in freezer. The bag wasn’t on the usual shelf, so she had to go deeper into the freezer.

Suddenly, the freezer door slammed shut, instantly cutting off the light. Feeling her way to the freezer door with her free arm, she pushed against it, but it wouldn’t budge. She pounded on the door.

“Hey! Let me out!”

Logan answered sneeringly. “What’s that? Did a black brigade rat enter my freezer without my approval?” Logan never hid his contempt for the waiting staff, the so-called “black brigade”.

“Don’t be such an obnoxious jerk, Logan!” Shirma shouted. She kept pounding on the door. “Open the damn door!”

“Ask politely!” Logan hissed back.

Shirma felt her pulse speeding. “Let me out now!”

She pushed against the door with all her weight, but it didn’t budge.

Just as she attempted a second push, the door flew open.

Shirma blinked. The entire white brigade stood in a semi-circle facing the freezer, Logan at the center, hands on his hips.

“Shirma my dear, were you locked in the freezer?” He smirked at her. “It was cold in there, eh?” His eyes fixated on her breasts. “Shit,” Shirma thought, realizing she wasn’t wearing a padded bra.

“Fuck you,” she hissed angrily and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving the bad jokes and laughter behind.

Mara, the bartender, looked at her questioningly. “You okay?”

“Yeah” Shirma answered, “It’s just Logan, he is such a jerk. Sure, he’s a great Chef. But why couldn’t he be a great, mute Chef?”

Mara laughed uncontrollably. “Good one, Shirms!”

Shirma couldn’t help but laugh as well. Still, one day, someone had to make Logan stop.

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