#Chapter95

I like her name on my tongue—it rolls delicately like honey. I smile at her to assure that I’m not angry.

When she nods, I follow Daniel to his office.

He lets me sit on the chair in front of his desk.

“How long she’s been working here?” I don’t know why I even ask, but he looks surprised by my question.

“Two years. She’s one of the hard-working waitresses, but she’s only working as a part-time though because she’s still in college with some girls who also work here.”

I nod glumly. “Do you always grab them by the arm when they did mistakes or just Samantha?”

His...