Third person’s POV
"Layla !" Greta's voice cracked through the café like thunder.
Layla froze mid-motion, the wet rag was still in her hand, her pulse thudded in her ears. Customers stirred in their seats noticing the tension. Greta stormed out behind the counter. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were blazing.
She pointed a finger at Layla. "You're fired!"
"Greta," Caleb called softly. Greta turned around still fuming.
"I'm so sorry Mr Standloff... I'll take care of this--"
"No, it's fine. She's not fired." Caleb interrupted. His tone was steady, not like a man that is just disrespected.
"Let Miss Ava keep her job." He added in finality.
Greta blinked. "Sir, are you sure you don't---"
"It's okay." He added simply. His gaze was still fixed on Layla. "We all have bad days."
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