Catherine Smith
I take a deep breath before turning around and facing Rose's judgmental eyes, observing the entire lamentable scene inside.
— Are you the manager of this nightclub? — Tamara asks irritably.
Rose nods.
— Yes, Miss, can you explain what happened here? — Rose asks, but something inside me tells me she already has her opinion formed even before knowing.
‘’I caused trouble.’’
— What happened is that your employee is completely unqualified to serve your customers, she spilled champagne on my expensive dress and even assaulted me physically and verbally; this is absurd; I never imagined being mistreated in such a well-recommended club. — Tamara says pointing to the red mark on her face.
Rose widens her eyes in surprise and turns to me.
— How could you do this to a customer
