On Friday, I showed up at Cloudtop Diner half an hour early.
The place was known for its nice atmosphere and privacy—perfect for a business meeting.
I picked a table by the window, ordered a glass of water, and got ready to go over the project files one more time.
"Excuse me." A familiar voice cut through the air.
I looked up. There stood Krystal, not too far away, waving at me. Her eyes were full of contempt. "Over here. Get me some water."
I glanced at her and didn't move.
"You deaf or something?" She frowned and clicked closer in her high heels. "I said, get me water."
"I don't work here," I finally said.
Krystal paused. She took a closer look at me.
I wasn't dressed flashy—just a tailored suit Lauren had made for me privately. It had clean lines and high-quality fabric.
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