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It was hard for Richard to accept that while he had once been one of the wealthiest CEOs in the world, he was now trapped in the body of a waitress slinging hash and working for tips. Perhaps the weirdest part was that he didn’t even hate it, and he could handle about 90% of it. He could deal with being on his feet all day, taking orders, putting on makeup, living in a shitty trailer park, and just about everything else.

But there were a few customers he just couldn’t stand. They would stare at him in a way that made him feel uncomfortable, they’d make lude comments about his appearance, and every once and a while they’d pinch his butt. These were the moments he most wanted out and back to his old life. And yet that seemed all but impossible. He had set up all sorts of protections back when he was a CEO to keep himself shielded; there was no way to make contact. If this woman was now in his body as well, she certainly wasn’t reaching out to him...and so he just had to keep going day-by-day.

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