Chapter 4: s****l Harassment-1
(Roxana's POV)
The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of The St. Regis New York's outdoor terrace restaurant. At four in the afternoon, the place was already packed with wealthy guests coming to enjoy afternoon tea.
I pushed through the staff break room doors, my arms aching from carrying heavy trays all day. The familiar sound of gossip hit my ears immediately.
"Look at her, acting like she's better than us," Becky whispered to two other waitresses. Her round face twisted with jealousy as she watched me through the doorway. "Thinks she's some kind of princess just because she's pretty."
"I heard she's not even from New York," another girl chimed in. "Probably some small-town nobody trying to make it big."
"Girls like that
