Daniel’s jaw tightened.
Maria whispered, “They’ve paid. I thought—”
“That’s your problem. You think.”
Several diners turned toward them.
Vanessa seemed to enjoy the attention.
Daniel quietly asked, “Do you speak to all your employees like that?”
Vanessa laughed.
“You’re still here?”
Maria’s face reddened.
Daniel looked at her. “How long have you worked here?”
“Four years.”
Vanessa snapped, “Don’t answer him.”
Daniel leaned back.
Interesting.
Four years meant Maria had worked under the previous manager, when Bellmont House had some of the company’s highest customer-service ratings.
“Why shouldn’t she answer?”
“Because this is my restaurant.”
Daniel almost smiled.
Vanessa leaned closer.
“And frankly, people like you come in, order the cheapest entrées, occupy tables for hours, then complain when we protect the atmosphere.”
Embarrassment filled Sophie’s eyes.
Daniel’s calm turned colder.
“People like me?”
Vanessa realized she’d gone too far, but arrogance pushed her onward.
“You know exactly what I mean.”
Then she pulled out her phone.
“Security? I need assistance removing a customer.”
Maria went pale.
“Ms. Cole, please—”
“You’re finished for tonight,” Vanessa said. “Go clock out.”
Maria stared at her. “You’re firing me?”
“I’m considering it.”
Daniel interrupted.
“No, you aren’t.”
Vanessa slowly turned.
“Excuse me?”
Daniel’s phone vibrated.
A message appeared.
Lobby. Corporate counsel and regional director present.
Daniel slipped the phone away.
