Phatima kept her eye on Liam as he sat stiffly on a rose-pink seat tucked in a corner near the door. She took note of how he refused any of the private rooms, and only entertained the girls that flitted around him long enough to reject their advances. The only people he held any resemblance of a conversation with were the various uniformed men that filtered in the later it got.
Phatima only served tea for six hours, from late morning until early evening. Some days were busier than others, but her doing this work was only a temporary thing.
It was quite a coincidence, one she preferred didn’t happen, that Liam would come for a visit during this period of time in her life.
Not only that, but it was extremely humiliating.
She had, in so many words, looked down on government-mandated th
