Vanessa
While serving a guest at the downstairs balcony that afternoon, a collective gasp rippled through the waitstaff as Tony exited the hotel, his head hung low and a cardboard box swinging from his hand.
The news of his firing spread faster than wildfire in summertime, igniting a wave of excited chatter that washed over the entire downstairs balcony. Everyone, except for a visibly flustered Irene, whose face resembled that of a kicked puppy, seemed to be buzzing with a newfound sense of freedom.
Paloma nudged me, her voice barely a whisper above a delighted squeal. "And you, my friend, are finally free from his cruelty!"
I smiled, still grappling with the sudden change of events. "I still can't believe it," I admitted.
