Chapter 368 Fired
In the private room, Margaret Nelson, dressed to the nines, sat on the sofa with her friends. Dorothy, head down, stood nearby with another waiter. "Mrs. Nelson, I'm really sorry. I'll be more careful next time!" Dorothy said, feeling wronged. Another woman had bumped her arm, causing her to spill wine on Margaret's $50,000 lambskin shoes. Dorothy was terrified.
Margaret yelled, "Where's your manager? Why isn't she here yet? This place is getting sloppy!"
Dorothy replied, "Our manager will be here soon."
Margaret rolled her eyes, annoyed. She had just lost a card game, and now this. She had waited half a month for these shoes and only worn them for two days before they were ruined. She was furious.
Just then, Emma knocked and entered. "Sorry, Mrs. Nelson, I got held up. Please don't be angry!"
Margaret, a regular at the club, often came with friends to play cards. Emma knew these women but was never treated kindly by them. To them, Emma was just a slightly higher-ranking waiter, even if she was called a manager.
"What could be so important, Emma? You're not taking me seriously at all!" Margaret snapped, looking at her ruined shoes. "What are you going to do about these shoes and this waiter? She dirtied my shoes and still dares to argue!"
Dorothy, head still down, said, "I didn't, Mrs. Nelson. Can I clean them for you?"
Margaret scoffed, "Clean them? These shoes are ruined once they get wet!"
Dorothy's face turned pale. She couldn't afford to pay for the shoes and looked to Emma for help.
Emma, unlike Melody, wouldn't protect her staff. She coldly told Dorothy, "You dirtied Mrs. Nelson's shoes. Apologize and buy her a new pair."
Emma then turned to Margaret, "Mrs. Nelson, I'll fire her immediately!"
She smiled obsequiously, trying to appease Margaret. Satisfied, Margaret said, "Alright, I won't make it hard for you."
Emma agreed repeatedly.
Dorothy trembled, pleading, "Manager Kroger, you can't fire me. My grandmother is ill and needs medication. Please!"
Emma ignored her. "Dorothy, you've dirtied Mrs. Nelson's shoes. It's kind of her not to ask for compensation."
"Mrs. Nelson, please," Dorothy begged, almost kneeling.
Margaret, distressed about her shoes, couldn't understand Dorothy's plight. She didn't need the $50,000 but was upset about her ruined shoes.
"Mrs. Nelson, I see you're here too," Avery said, appearing at the door.
Margaret stood up. "Oh, it's Mrs. Cullen."
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