Niamh was certain she wasn’t seeing things–the waitress approaching their table was none other than Susy, the woman who’d just gone bankrupt.
The moment Susy spotted Niamh, her features twisted as if she’d been splashed with acid. She clearly couldn’t control her expression.
But now, Susy was just a server at the Grand Riverview Hotel–exactly the same position Niamh herself had held, once upon a time.
Niamh let her gaze drift away, glancing at Preston across the table.
Preston showed no surprise whatsoever at the sight of Susy in a server’s uniform. Clearly, he wasn’t the type of manager who left everything to others–he knew exactly who worked in his hotel.
With a warm, friendly smile, Niamh addressed Susy. “That uniform really suits you.” Susy looked as if she might shatter her own teeth from clenching her jaw so hard.
What did she mean, the uniform suited her? Did Susy look like she was born to wait
tables?
If it hadn’t been for Niamh screwing her over…
Susy seethed with resentment.
But the more furious Susy became, the brighter Niamh’s smile grew. She actually enjoyed watching Susy’s face contort with rage and impotence.
“Take this dish away and bring out the next one,” Preston said, cool and commanding.
Susy had no choice but to obey.
Neovista Realty had declared bankruptcy, and though Susy’s personal debts weren’t huge, no one else would hire her–not even as a cleaner. The Grand Riverview was the only place willing to take her as waitstaff.
Preston leaned in, feigning mystery. “You’re going to love this next dish.”
Niamh caught the mischievous glint in his eyes and couldn’t help feeling a flicker of anticipation.
After what felt like an age, the next course finally arrived.
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Niamh’s eyes widened. “Is that–7”
Preston’s voice brimmed with enthusiasm. “Just caught today–a rare king crab from the Bering Sea, nearly sixty pounds, with legs that stretch almost six feet ”
As he went on, Niamh couldn’t help chuckling to herself. She’d seen this exact scene before–right here in the Grand Riverview, with the same massive king crab. Last time, she’d tried to crack it open herself and ended up with scratched hands.
Still, the taste was worth it.
She glanced at Preston, only to see him, for once, putting on his stern, CEO act as he ordered Susy, “Help the guest with her crab.”
Susy reached for the crab, but her hands froze.
Nothing. There wasn’t a single crab cracker or pick anywhere.
She searched the table, the plates, everywhere–nothing.
How was she supposed to do this?
Niamh instantly understood what was going on. Preston hadn’t invited her to dinner just to get her opinion–he wanted to help her settle the score with Susy.
Watching Preston hand a steak knife to the trembling Susy, Niamh couldn’t help but laugh wryly. “Let it go. Just give her the proper utensils.”
Preston grinned, teasing, “Niamh, you’re way too kind.”
Niamh sighed dramatically. “What can I say? I just feel sorry for the crab.”
Preston burst out laughing, unable to hold it in.
Meanwhile, Susy’s face had gone a furious shade of purple.
So it was the crab that Niamh cared about? What kind of “kindness” was that?
In the end, a professional chef came out to expertly dismantle the king crab for Niamh and Preston, leaving Susy to sweep up the discarded shells.
Halfway through the meal, Preston issued another order: “Bring us a bottle of the ’82 Lafite.”
Niamh clearly saw Susy’s slight frame trembling.
Whether it was anger or fear, it didn’t matter. Tonight, Susy was completely at Preston’s mercy.
As Susy hurried off to fetch the wine, Niamh propped her chin in her hands and
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gazed at Preston, unable to hide her amusement.
Preston blushed under her stare, his entire face turning bright red.
