Chapter 1: The Glass of Ice Water
Her tray didn't shake.
Her fingers did.
Cream cake crept down the front of her apron, one slow drip at a time.
"You work for people like me," the guest said.
She smiled when she said it.
The waitress lowered her knees toward the napkin on the floor.
"Don't."
A man's voice.
Calm.
The manager moved between them.
"She works for this hotel."
He faced the guest, not the crowd.
"And you're done touching my staff."
"I pay enough to do whatever I want."
He lifted a glass of ice water.
Poured it down the front of her gown.
Then drew her chair away from the table.
"Not anymore."
Security moved across the ballroom.
Then a young server hurried over, tablet trembling in his hand.
"Sir…
you need to see this."
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What did the server find—and how will the guest react?
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