"Young miss, please don't be rash!" The restaurant manager pleaded.
He was truly afraid of being squished between two influential families. In his mind, no matter who he supported, the other would just make his life harder. So, he could only maintain the status quo, and be neutral. Of course, his pleading fell on deaf ears. Commanded by her pride, the young miss and her guards climbed up the stairs to the third floor.
On the third floor, she looked for her usual table and saw that a group of beggars was eating there with great relish. Calming down her bubbling anger, she approached the table.
"You there, clear this table!" She called a waiter that was near there and pointed at her usual table.
