No

"I am her sister!" Lauren screamed.

"Yeah right, she's never mentioned you, and how would you know her password to the back door and where her apron was?" Danielle asked.

"She told it to me."

"Then why are you carrying her wallet and ID?" Danielle said, holding up the ID.

Lauren cursed under her breath. She must have looked through her coat. Her only salvation failed, so now she had to figure out what you do.

"Why are you standing around, get to work!" Maggie the manager and owner shouted.

"I can't work like this!" Lauren whined.

"That's what the apron is for. It protects your sensitive parts from any should or accidents. Leaves your ass unattended, but that's life. You have to figure out how to cover your ass yourself!" Maggie chided.

Lauren was speechless. Her boss didn't actually expect her to work like nothing was wrong, right?