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Pierre's POV I walk over to the table Amanda is serving as the servers call me to come and help with a demanding customer. They told me exactly what happened, and I walked to the table to help. It is a very expensive order as it is the wine of the day and some of our best and most costly meals. I know what some of these people do then: order the best, and then they blame the servers for not giving the wrong order or something and what my servers pay for their meal. I know Amanda does not have a lot of fans in this town. I know most people hate her, so I'm going to the table to help her out. I look at the young people sitting around the table, and I know the woman who looks worried is the one who is supposed to pay. "Good evening, ladies. I see you have excellent taste. I am the manager o