Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The secretary quickly brought the person in. Gemma immediately recognized her-it was the same waitress from Christmas Eve.

She forced herself to stay calm. Just because she recognized the girl didn't mean the girl would recognize her. After all, the waitress served countless customers daily. How could she possibly remember each one?

Even as she reassured herself, her fingers clenched tightly, refusing to relax, and her brows furrowed under a heavy cloud of worry.

The young woman looked to be in her early twenties, not much younger than them. It was clear that she was nervous, stepping into such a large company for the first time.

"Um... may I ask why you called me here?" she asked hesitantly.

Mona glanced at her. "We apologize for calling you over so suddenly, but something happened, and it's related to the hot drink served on Christmas Eve. We were hoping you could help us shed some light on it."

"Help you? Me?" The girl seemed puzzled. She couldn't imagine how a waitress like herself could be of any help.

"Yes," Mona confirmed. "You don't have to do much. Just tell us what happened that night. How's your memory?"

The girl's face lit up with a touch of pride, her red lips curving into a smile. "Other things I can't guarantee, but my memory is excellent. I was top of my class in school because of it. I never forgot anything the teacher said. But..."

Her voice trailed off, and her expression dimmed.

"But what?"

situation was bad. My dad passed away early, and my mom has been bedridden for

and start working odd

Since your memory is so good, can you tell me which of these two was the person who came to your shop that night?" Mona pointed to both Heather and

women. When her clear, bright eyes landed on Gemma, Gemma's heart pounded

girl said,

lips curved into a smile. "Good.

I'm certain I haven't seen the other lady before," the girl

remember what she ordered

appearing to think, though in truth, she already knew the answer. The

memory in her head, she finally answered, "A freshly blended hot drink with banana

turned pale. She hadn't expected the girl to remember so clearly. "You're lying! I only ordered banana. I didn't ask for

admitted to being wrong, the matter would blow over, and

remember it very clearly. It snowed heavily that night, and it was already

shifts are staggered. I had just started mine, and you were the third customer I served that night. At first, you asked for banana juice. I said okay. But then

cursed her bad luck. Why did she have to encounter someone with such a sharp memory? Not only did the girl remember her, but she even recalled the exact sequence of

said banana juice. The mango was something you added yourself. You must be remembering

the one who's mistaken," the girl countered. "That night, you had your hair down and wore a black overcoat that reached

in such detail. How could I possibly forget what you ordered? Besides, we always prepare drinks according to the customer's requests. If you asked for banana, why would I add mango on my own? We'd get in trouble with the boss for

appearance that night. Gemma was stunned into silence. She had met her

interjected, "I can vouch that Gemma wore exactly that outfit that day. Not just me-everyone else in the office can

every detail of Gemma's clothes, how could