Chapter 1 - The Scene At Table Nine
Inside the dim, ambient lighting of the city's most exclusive fine-dining restaurant, crystal stemware glinted under soft chandeliers. White linen tablecloths lined the floor, where wealthy patrons conversed in low, refined tones.
At Table Nine, Vanessa slammed her palm onto the polished wood, making the wine glasses rattle violently. She glared up at Khloe, a quiet waitress in a black vest and apron, with pure disgust.
"Watch what you’re doing, you clumsy idiot!" Vanessa barked, her voice cutting through the dining room as nearby patrons turned in surprise. "Know your place!"
Khloe stood completely still, holding her serving tray steady against her waist. Her blonde hair was tied in a neat low bun, her micro-expressions calm and unbothered.
Beside Vanessa, billionaire Nathaniel Sterling pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a tired sigh in his navy suit.
"Vanessa, relax," Nathaniel muttered softly. "It was an accident."
Khloe slowly reached into her apron pocket, withdrawing a sleek smartphone. She slid her finger across the screen and placed it directly in front of the couple.
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"I know my place," Khloe said in a cold, authoritative tone. "Do you know yours... Valerie Kincaid?"
👉 Why did the wealthy socialite turn deadly pale at the sound of that name?
