#Chapter95
I like her name on my tongue—it rolls delicately like honey. I smile at her to assure that I’m not angry.
When she nods, I follow Daniel to his office.
He lets me sit on the chair in front of his desk.
/"How long she’s been working here?/" I don’t know why I even ask, but he looks surprised by my question.
/"Two years. She’s one of the hard-working waitresses, but she’s only working as a part-time though because she’s still in college with some girls who also work here./"
I nod glumly. /"Do you always grab them by the arm when they did mistakes or just Samantha?/"
His eyes widen, looks alarmed. /"O-of course not, Mr. Williams. She’s like a sister to me, and it was her first time to get into an accident with a customer. I apologize for my behavior earlier./"
