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?"

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

out of school and start working odd jobs," she said

your memory is so good, can you tell me which of these two

between the two women. When her clear,

this lady," the girl said, pointing directly

lips curved into a smile. "Good.

I haven't

you also remember what she ordered that night?"

she already knew the answer. The atmosphere felt odd,

carefully replaying the memory in her head, she finally

hadn't expected the girl to remember so clearly. "You're lying! I only ordered banana. I didn't ask for mango. You serve so many customers

matter would blow over, and

was Christmas Eve, and I remember it very clearly. It snowed heavily that night, and it was already late. There were hardly

and you were the third customer I served that night. At first, you asked for banana juice. I said okay. But then you hesitated for a few seconds and told me

bad luck. Why did she have to encounter someone with such a sharp memory? Not only did the girl remember her,

The mango was something you added yourself. You must be remembering it

had your hair down and wore a black overcoat that reached past

forget what you ordered? Besides, we always prepare drinks according to the customer's requests. If

every detail of Gemma's appearance that night. Gemma was stunned into silence. She had

that Gemma wore exactly that outfit that day. Not just me-everyone else in the office can confirm

the girl can remember every detail of Gemma's clothes, how could she possibly forget what