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.

how the drama

his verbal assault. “Are you hard of hearing? Bring the

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 housed

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

her dear friend Grace at this establishment were

she decided his provocations

of retreat, the shrill sound of shattering porcelain echoed behind

Serve another cup, this time at an

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

Millie conceded with

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