Bjorn’s caustic commentary left Millie momentarily winded. She fixed him with a piercing gaze, her eyes aglow with indignant fury. The audacity of this tattooed oaf to liken her intellect to that of a pig?

“What are you staring at? Don’t dawdle; serve my coffee, you malodorous wench,”

Bjorn chided impatiently.

“This lout is overstepping his bounds. It’s time we taught him some manners.”

Derek leaned towards Marcus with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Observing the escalating tension, Marcus, however, furrowed his brows, his gaze softening as it fell on Millie, who was struggling to contain her anger.

observe how the drama

continued his verbal assault. “Are you

pushed Millie to the brink of her tolerance. Such humiliation was unmerited, she ruminated. As a mere waitress, what could she have possibly done to warrant

muster, Millie presented the cup of coffee before Bjorn and swiveled on her heel, ready to

dear friend Grace at this establishment were a primary concern. Should she retaliate and trigger Bjorn’s

she decided his

taken her first step of retreat, the shrill sound

scalded me. Serve another cup, this time at an

them. Was this man

prepare another,” Millie conceded with

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