The number of glasses she had to carry made Yoona want to cry. Despite her troubles, she continuously smiled while placing each drink to its customer.
None of them said thank you. Something she expected.
"Are you ladies ready to order?" She asked.
"Yes," a nasally voiced female said. She pointed to the menu with her perfectly manicured index finger. "A porterhouse steak please."
The rest of them voiced their orders as well.
However, anyone in the room could notice their condescending tone when talking to Yoona. Slowly, their impression of the new owner slowly diminished, replaced with distaste. Nobody would want a bitch as their superior, no matter how pretty and rich they were. The atmosphere became heavy. Even the manager, who was sucking up to Jaeun a few moments ago, had a look of disappointment on his face.
