Callie’s POV
After the incident with the rug, my boss decided to keep me in the kitchen, plating dishes. I couldn’t have been more grateful or felt luckier—but my relief didn’t last long, because Martin soon asked about me and pressured Mr. Constanza to send me back out.
“Avoid any trouble,” the manager warned as he ordered me out of the kitchen, as if it were somehow in my power to stop Steffani—or any of the school snobs—from tripping me while I carried drinks.
I went out determined to serve only the older guests, and my strategy worked for a few hours—until Martin decided it was time to start bothering me, right after lunch had been served.
“What’s going on, beautiful? I feel like you’ve been avoiding me on purpose.”
I didn’t answer and headed back toward what had become my safe zo
