Rhea POV
"Come on, let's go."
I sucked in a deep breath and started after my boss who was leading the way so we could go apologise to some customers who were angry about something. I had no idea what they were complaining about now but I was already sick and tired of them, because this hadn't been the first time they whined about something. They always had something to complain about.
My boss only allowed it because they always ordered like they were having a party. Their food was always huge and they ate like starved beasts, but at the end of every meal, they always said there were stones in their food. One time they'd found a finger nail in it, the other time it was a string of hair.
It was becoming so frequent that I knew all this was their doing. But why? Why would someone go out o
