Chapter 15 : Revenge
*Ophelia*
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I get to work, ready to serve the people their food. I brought my guitar to busk later tonight. I’m better at piano, but a guitar is a bit easier to lug around when in town.
When I enter Touchdown Tavern, however, my manager stands there, arms crossed and a glare on his face.
“Hey George, what’s up?” I question cautiously.
“What’s up is that you’re fired.”
My entire body reels back at the sudden news. “What? What the hell?”
That’s when I notice the person on my manager’s arm. Camila.
“I’ve gotten complaints from patrons. Customers saying you’ve been harsh, you’ve made dozens of mistakes with meals, and you’re on your phone on the job. What do you take me for, Miss Lane?” He’s still gruff and angry, and I feel my throat closing up.
“George, I swear, none of that’s true,” I find myself saying.
“Then why am I getting customers telling me the opposite?”