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Helen flushed. "Like I said ma'am, the Apollo is three blocks to the south. They may better fit your standards."

Helen took a deep breath and forced her smile back. "Sorry, I mean, umm, yes. I will go get you your latte and inform my manager."

Helen hurried off into the back, large rear swaying back and forth hypnotically in those skintight pants. A few minutes later, she returned with a coffee with lots of sugar and cream, just as ordered. Helen set the coffee down in front of Aphrodite so smoothly the surface barely rippled. "And here are a few extra sugar packets and some cream cups, just in case you'd like some more, ma'am."

She took a deep breath, and slid into the seat across from Aphrodite. "I spoke with my manager, and she said she could spare me for a few minutes."

Helen didn't mention this to Aphrodite, but her exact words to her manager were "Some like hyper rich Mega-Karen is here and demanding I sit with her for a bit. What should I do?"

To which her manager had replied with a long-suffering sigh. "Whatever gets her out of here without a scene and with her bill paid. Man, I hate it when these types go slumming."