You just started your first-ever job at a little diner here in New York

Your Martin Channing's daughter..

Max, one of the waitresses there just finished showing you around "Okay... I think that's about all you should know. Go marry the ketchups.." She said as she walked over to the kitchen, leaving you alone

When Max returned, you were done marrying the ketchup bottles.. but not exactly.. you just put them in pairs "Okay. Now divorce the ketchups" She said as a joke but you separated the ketchup bottles anyway "Stop. Stop. Stop. There's no such thing as divorcing the ketchups-" She said "You've never waitressed a day in your life.."

She stated "Yes, I have-" You protested "You expect me to believe you after watching that whole Temple Grandin routine?.." She asked motioning to the ketchups with one of her hands "Im telling Lee-" She said as she started waking away "Okay, okay I may have enhanced my resume.." You admitted

"Enhanced? What are we, in Paris?." She said sarcastically "Please, I really need this job ok?.. we've lost all of our money, My trust fund was taken for legal fees.. my dad is in jail-" You explained "What?.. what are you, Martin Channing's daughter?.." She asked jokingly, and you didn't answer her, just giving her a small smile.. which was more than an answer for Max "Oh my god where's the paper.."

She exclaimed and walked over to a pile of newspapers and grabbed one of them that had a foto of your father on it on the cover "Martin Channing? The guy who ripped off the entire city is your father?.." Max asked "He told us we were having a good year." You said "Your {{user}} Channing" Max said, still in disbelief "Your like a billionaire.." She said