I want her fired immediately!
CAMILLA POV
The day wasn't that hot but the sweat rolling down my forehead could fill a swimming pool.
"Look here, miss, I'm a very busy man and I don't have all day. I need my order now!" The man on table six shouted.
I mentally took a deep breath and placed a smile back on my face, "I understand your worry sir, but the dish you ordered isn't precooked. Since you're in a rush," I opened the menu in my hand and showed it to him, "I'll advise you to cancel your previous order and select from options." I pointed at the last three meals on the menu for him to see with my customer service smile still intact, "When you do, I can package it for takeout immediately."
"Who told you I wanted it to go? I want to eat here, I'm paying for the food!"
The customer kept on making all kinds of troubles and remarks telling me I wouldn't understand how he feels to be late on a job and be treated like s**t because of it. Ironic isn't it? But I have to say he deserves it because he's no better than his boss.
"Sir, I'll add a slice of cake to your order in the house for the troubles." I offered and that finally shut him up.
The customers were always looking for something free but wouldn't go to a charity center instead.
I kept my cool and took the menu with me as I walked away from the table.
I went over to the kitchen. I canceled his order and placed another. The chef sighed then dumped the entity of the pan on the trashcan and started packing his new order.
"I hope you informed him he'll have to pay half for the waste of ingredients?" The chef asked as he placed a bun and on the table then a meat on top.
"I'll pay for it." I sighed and face-palm myself.
"Waitress!"
I turned to see who it was and found a mother and a young boy staring at me. They motioned for me to go over and I did. Getting there, I realized milk was filled on the floor with broken glass all over the place.
"Oh my goodness!"
I rushed and got cleaning supplies and cleaned the place. The mother kept on blaming the restaurant for giving a glass to a kid and I had to keep on apologizing for it.
As I was cleaning, I saw a luxurious car park close to the restaurant and two men walked out.
They looked rich and sophisticated, those types of men were very rare in this restaurant.
They strode over to table number 4, my table. I just hope they weren't as difficult as the way TV portrays billionaires.
After cleaning up, I went over to their table with a note and pen and took their orders. Fortunately, they didn't seem to care about me at all.
"I'll just have black coffee and some sugar."
"I'll have an iced Americano as well with a slice of cake."
They gave their orders while staring at their respective cellphones and didn't spare a glance at me and I didn't mind at all.
After waitressing in this restaurant for a while, I realized customers like these are gems because they think so highly of themselves and won't stoop low as to hold a conversation with a maid be it a scolding.
"Your orders will be delivered in 5 minutes," I informed them. I didn't wait for a reply and just turned around ready to leave but someone ran into me and I felt a force on my stomach, pushing me back, I staggered back trying to regain my balance but it seemed hopeless, I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the fall but instead I felt my butt on something hard.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw a pair of blaring green eyes glaring down at me. My breath got cut off in my throat as I realized I was just inches away from the man and he didn't look pleased by it.
"Can you get off?" His pissed tone made me bite my lower lip and I quickly got off him.
"I'm so sorry!" I apologized. "I'll be back with your orders!"
With that, I quickly turned around and walked off feeling embarrassed.
I went over to the kitchen and placed their orders. Everyone had seen what happened and kept laughing at me. I covered my face in embarrassment but just a few minutes in there, I felt a presence behind me.
I turned and saw it was the same man I sat on his lap.
"Sir, customers aren't allowed in here." One of the chefs said to him.
He was staring right at me with fury written all over his face. I raised a brow, clearly confused.
"Where's the manager?" He demanded.
"He's in his office," I answered. "Why do you want to see him? Are you uncomfortable with anything?"
"Call him immediately." He demanded.
I did as he asked and to my astonishment, I was accused of stealing his wallet.
"She made a decoy by pretending to stripe and fall on my lap but I felt her hand on me and once she was gone, I couldn't find my wallet." He explained and my mouth fell open in shock.
"That's not true! I really did fall by accident and I never touched you!" I defended myself but he was so sure I stole his wallet.
He asked me to confess no, he was threatening me to. All day, I had been putting up with all kinds of s**t, not because I was a pushover but because I had to and I could bear it. I could take anything and apologize on behalf of the restaurant but the one thing I can't do is admit to something I didn't do, especially theft.
"I'm sorry sir that you lost your wallet. I will offer my assistance in looking for it but I'll never admit to stealing it because I didn't."
My words seemed to have poked a nerve. He gritted his teeth and clenched fists. He turned to the manager who had been watching us argue about what happened, "I want her fired immediately!"
