Chapter 3 - The Abusive Manager Crosses The Restaurant Floor
Marcus Thorne began walking slowly across the polished marble floor, his polished leather shoes clicking rhythmically against the stone.
Wealthy diners instinctively parted ways before him, whispering nervously among themselves as they recognized his aggressive reputation.
“Clara! Are you standing around gossiping with the guests again instead of clearing tables?” Marcus barked across the quiet dining hall.
His voice cut through the ambient jazz music like a razor blade, demanding immediate submission from everyone in his path.
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Clara shrank backward against the mahogany pillar, her eyes welling up with fresh tears of dread and humiliation.
Ethan stepped smoothly into Marcus’s direct line of sight, blocking the manager’s approach toward the terrified young waitress.
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