“So it’s you. We just hired you and you’re already this bold? You don’t know how to treat and respect customers, yet you dare insult Miss Molly. Do you have a death wish?”

The manager’s voice thundered through the hallway.

“Oh my…”

It really was the manager.

The server felt the heat of the slap he had just given her. Her cheek burned as reality hit her hard. I get it now, she thought bitterly. He’s only concerned about losing customers.

No. She couldn’t let this go. She had to explain.

“Manager, please let me explain. It’s not what you think. These people are lowlife. They’re broke—poor, even. They can’t...