“Slap her,” Ezrah ordered, the waitress’s eyes widened, and so did Piper's. Could Ezrah really do this to her, considering his relationship with her father?
No, she must be overthinking it. The waitress was equally hesitant. The woman the rich customer was instructing her to assault was his fiancée.
Perhaps he was pranking her. “I beg your pardon?”
Ezrah lost his patience, and his expression hardened. “Back off. You can’t do it.”
He turned around, about to request another waitress when one approached him.
“Sir, I can do it because I need the money. My rent is due, I have bills to pay, and my sick mother’s cancer treatment bills are outrageous.”
Ezrah liked this one and said, “A thousand dollars for a slap.”
The waitress dropped her tray on the table and without asking again, she sla
