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Susy never once thought she was unworthy of Julian, nor did she believe she was in any way inferior to Niamh.
What did Niamh have besides a pretty face, anyway?
Was she born into privilege, with a family name that opened doors?
Did she have the money to throw around, living as lavishly as a heiress?
Did she have the kind of business connections that could turn a handshake into a
fortune?
What could Niamh possibly have to compete with her?
In Susy’s eyes, Julian’s runaway wedding was entirely Niamh’s doing.
Jonathan had Marina now, and there was no doubt he’d divorce Niamh.
Niamh, desperate for a meal ticket after her inevitable divorce, had seduced Julian and ruined Susy’s wedding.
Maybe she had nothing else, but Niamh was a master at playing the siren.
The more Susy dwelled on it, the angrier she became, her jaw clenched tight with
hatred.
“Ms. Fraser, please–show some mercy, give Niamh a chance! Jonathan’s already kicked her out, she’s broke, and if she loses this job too, I’m afraid the only thing left for her is begging on the street.”
Marina, with her affected sweetness, kept shooting Susy pleading looks.
Susy forced herself to stay calm, tamping down the fire in her chest.
“So, what do you suggest?”
“What else can we do? Let Niamh keep her job. And don’t drag the front desk manager into this mess, either…”
Marina sounded so reasonable, so full of concern.
Susy called Alfven over for a private word, gave him a few terse instructions, then headed to the dining hall with Marina.
They’d originally reserved a private room.
Meanwhile, Alfven pulled Niamh aside into a shadowy corner, all but begging her
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not to quit. If she left, he knew his own job would be next on the chopping block.
Niamh understood perfectly: as long as she worked even one more day as a waitress in this hotel, Susy–the boss–would have endless opportunities to make her life hell.
“Please, Niamh, I’m begging you,” Alfven pleaded, nearly in tears. “Your contract’s only got a month left. If you stick it out, Ms. Fraser won’t stop you from leaving. But if you quit now, I’m finished. I’ve got a mortgage, car payments, and my son’s daycare just raised their rates. I can’t afford to lose this job!”
Alfven’s desperate eyes made it clear–he was Lana’s relative, after all. Niamh couldn’t just watch him lose his job and get buried under a mountain of bills because of her.
“Fine, I won’t quit,” she agreed quietly.
It was just one more month. She refused to believe Susy could break her.
As soon as Niamh relented, Alfven shoved a bottle of red wine into her hands.
“Hurry, table T302 ordered an ’82 Lafite. Take it over for them.”
Niamh carried the bottle over, only to realize that T302 was occupied by Susy and Marina.
“Would you like me to open the wine for you now?” Niamh asked politely, keeping her composure.
Susy barely acknowledged her with a curt nod.
Niamh opened the wine, performing all the necessary steps, then turned to leave.
“Wait.”
Susy’s sharp voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Is this really an ’82 Lafite you’ve brought me?”
Niamh returned to the table carefully examining the label.
“It’s definitely an ’82 Lafite” she confirmed.
“Well, it doesn’t taste like it to me.”
Niamh knew Susy was just looking for trouble.
At that moment, Marina’s voice floated over, soft and innocent: “Niamh’s no stranger to fine things. Why don’t you let her have a taste? She’ll know if it’s
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genuine.”
“You’re right,” Susy replied, all too agreeable.
Before she finished speaking, Susy twisted her wrist and flung the entire glass of red wine straight into Niamh’s face.
The commotion drew stares from diners all around; Niamh could feel their eyes, hear their whispers.
She wiped her eyes, blinking away the sting until she could finally see again.
Through her blurry vision, she realized Jonathan had appeared in the VIP dining area at some point, watching the scene unfold.
