---- "Alright, then. You'll be put on probation. We're a five-star hotel. You'd need to learn a lot." I nodded earnestly, but I was secretly delighted. Ihad some experience with hotels, attending many business events with Jason. I was serious at work because I did not know if anyone else would take me in if I lost this job. Just when I served a customer, placing a dish on the table, he suddenly touched my hand. "What are you doing?!" I immediately retracted my hand and started to tremble. Anyone touching me would remind me of the hellish days I lived through. The customer looked at me grimly. "What the hell are you yelling at? It's as if I'm torturing you." I stuttered an apology, but he would not accept it. He got up and shoved me onto a huge column, which tore my uniform apart. The hotel's customers were usually wealthy, but ---- sometimes, they had no manners. The man in front of me was that sort of person. I was in so much pain. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I immediately forced them back.