Biker Queen Saved My Best Friend

My best friend, who I've relied on since we were kids, said she got into a big corporation and would soon be able to give me—an MC rider—a wealthy life.

I sneered and wished her good luck.

Because I knew clearly that during the day she was a cheap intern exploited by everyone, but at midnight she was an assistant wearing a sexy short skirt to drink with her boss.

Yet she always grinned foolishly, bragging about how her boss praised her again today and that she'd soon become a regular employee.

I kicked over a beer bottle:

"Quit. I'll take care of you!"

But my best friend cried and said: