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

you hard of hearing? Bring the coffee

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 this? She’d traversed a multitude of workplaces, yet none had

the cup of coffee

this establishment were a primary concern. Should she retaliate and trigger Bjorn’s wrath, it could

Bjorn as the village fool, she decided his

as she had taken her first step of retreat, the shrill sound of shattering porcelain echoed behind her.

this time at an appropriate temperature,” Bjorn dictated, his

of incredulity lighting them. Was this man off his rocker? Was

I’ll prepare another,” Millie

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