Chapter 2 " She clearly came here just to scam the free bread refills ! " the younger woman barked . " Tiff , we should record her and post it online . See if she ever dares to pull this crap again ! " " Yeah , let's expose this kind of trash . People like her come in every day to take advantage . Gotta teach them a lesson . " It didn't take long for me to figure it out - this woman had replaced the entire staff with her own relatives . " We paid for our food ! " my five - year - old nephew suddenly piped up , summoning his courage to peek out and speak . " We didn't eat for free ! " The room went silent for a second . " Oh please , " one of the waitresses snapped . " You call that paying ? One bill for five people ? Only someone like you would think that's okay . " Stealing's in their blood . " another sneered . My eyes drifted to that woman's chest , where a name tag read : Tiffany Monroe . I froze . I remembered seeing that name in Nathan's phone a month ago . Saved under " Ms. Monroe ( VIP Client ) . " I had asked him then , half - joking , " New client ? " He didn't flinch . " Yeah . Big deal for the business . " So it had all started back then . 1 stepped forward , my voice sharp . " Watch your mouth . Once your husband gets here , I'd love to see what he's going to do to me . " Tiffany's eyes widened , and her voice shot up a few decibels , wild with fake indignation . " Watch my mouth ? Try learning some manners yourself ! " " You really think my husband would want someone like you ? You think you can seduce him with that cheap face of yours , dragging four little brats into my restaurant to mooch food ? " She circled around me like a vulture , shrieking as she pointed and spat insults loud enough for half the diner to hear . " I get it now ! You saw the place was run by a man and thought you'd trade your body for the meal , didn't you ? That's your game , huh ? " " Looking like that , I bet you've slept with half the men in the city . My husband's loyal - he wouldn't touch trash like you even with a ten - foot pole . " Her voice cut through the restaurant like a blade . " Everyone , look over here ! " she shouted . " This shameless woman brought four kids , ordered one plate of food , and had the nerve to get two refills ! What kind of person does that ? " Tiffany was practically foaming at the mouth as she pulled out her phone and shoved it in my face , camera rolling . " I'm going to post this parasite online so the whole world knows . Let everyone avoid women like you - the scum of society . " A murmur spread through the dining room as onlookers started to chime in . " Even if the kids don't know better , the adult should ! This place is a business , not a soup kitchen . " " Exactly . Could've ordered something else . Just one plate ? That's not just cheap - that's disgusting " * If every customer did this , how's the restaurant supposed to survive ? " The kids cowered beside me , terrified and humiliated by the strangers ' stares and judgment . I pointed toward the table we'd just eaten at . " We ordered five dishes and a soup . Paid over a hundred dollars . We added one plate of bread . And the menu says bread refills are free . " " Our request was within reason . Tiffany , if you can't handle managing a diner , then shut your mouth and wait for your husband to get here . " But she didn't even look where I was pointing . Instead , she shoved her phone closer to my face and screamed , " Look at her ! She still won't admit it . Five people eating off one plate of bread and she's still lying through her teeth ! " Then she turned to the crowd like she was leading a crusade , waving her phone in the air . " Come on , everyone ! Hurry up and post this online ! People need to know about trash like this so they can stay away . " Almost instantly , half the customers and her staff raised their phones and started filming . I looked down at my nieces and nephews - already shaken - and the thought of their faces being plastered online made my blood boil . I stepped forward and shouted , my voice cutting through the chaos . Chorer 2 H