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    My evening started uneventfully, like yesterday. I was glad that there were no douchebags seated on my section, but I couldn’t say the same for Terry. When I met him by the computer to punch in an order, he was mumbling to himself in a silent rage.
    “Are you alright?” I asked when I reached him, giving him a light pat on the back.
    He replied with a frustrated sigh as he continued to type in the written orders in his small notepad. When he was finished, he glanced up at me and gave me a grim smile. “I’m not,” he replied softly, his smile not reaching his eyes.
    “Which table?” I asked, already knowing the reason for his sour mood.
    “Nineteen,” he stated, his voice unusually low from trying to maintain control. I could see from the way he clenched his teeth and his hands balled into fists that he was on the brink of losing it.
    “What did he do?” I asked calmly as I quickly glanced at the table. The customer looked like every other businessman present in the room, wearing the usual dark navy suit without a tie. There was a short pause as I continued to assess the man. So, I turned to look at Terry but he really wasn’t in the mood for a recap.
    “Tell me about it later in the bar. We can drink it off,” I offered as I gave him one last comforting pat before taking his place in the computer.
    This made him smirk and chuckle a little. “Wow. I didn’t know that one night in a bar could change you into this kind of woman, Andy.”
    “It didn’t. I was just humoring you,” I countered with a grin.
    He snorted in reply, his smile still in place. With a final shake of his head, he walked towards the counter where trays of food were present. I worriedly looked at his retreating figure for a second before getting back to business. When I finished typing my set of orders, I noticed Reyna ushering a new customer to a reserved table.
    As my eyes finally reached the man’s face, I stiffened. His dirty blond hair was slicked back and his dark gray silk suit, with a black polo underneath, snugly fitted him. He looked like one of those moguls on the cover of a lifestyle or business magazine. William Maxwell. The man with the power to fire me from both my jobs and perhaps make it difficult for me to get another one in a city he mostly owns. A man I don’t want to be enemies with, although that is getting harder every time we meet.
    Mr. Mogul, which was quite an apt title for him, was seated in the same table he occupied on his last visit. I’ve learned my lesson after that first encounter, so I ignored him and entertained the rest of the tables in my section except his. He, too, ignored my presence for a while, until he condescendingly snapped his fingers when I passed by, adding fuel to the fire.
    I resisted the urge to shout as I turned to him with my best fake smile. “Is there something you need, sir?” I asked.
    He wasn’t able to reply right away as his phone vibrated on the table, getting his full attention. I wanted to walk away after that, but he held his finger up as a signal for me to wait. I waited for him to finish his call, all the while trying to control my temper.
    When he was finally done, he didn’t bother looking at me. Instead, he glanced down at the menu in front of him and remained silent for another minute, as if he had all the time in the world. I wanted to smack the man in the head right then and there, but he suddenly looked up. A pair of clear sky blue eyes stared directly at me.
    “Have you finally figured out who I am?” he asked firmly, his familiar British accent thick and his voice deep.
    “There wasn’t much choice on my part,” I replied in the same tone and looked back at him gravely.
    “How so?” he asked, his lips in a smirk.
    This man is trying to test what little patience I have left. “Well, I had to find out sometime, since I do work here. I mean, what kind of an employee would I be if I