In a swanky restaurant somewhere in the city, the eyes of a few customers were glued to the scene taking place right in the middle of the restaurant.

“Why are you so clumsy? Do you know how much this cost?” Mi-Ok asked seethingly.

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“Your whole life! Go call your manager NOW!” She yelled angrily, staring at her dress which was soiled with wine.

“Please, ma, I’m so sorry. It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to,” Eun-sun said apologetically. She had mistakenly spilt the wine on a table over a customer- Miss Mi-Ok. One look at the dress, and she was sure there was no way in hell she’d be able to afford such a dress talk more of sending it to the laundromat.

“You didn’t mean to?” Mi-Ok asked through gritted teeth as she slapped Eun-Sun across her face, gaining the attention of the other customers, who initially weren’t interested in this little show.

“You spilt wine on my dress, and you dare say you didn’t mean to? Can you afford it? Even if you are sold, and you work your whole life, you still won’t be able to afford it.” She said, scowling at her.

Mi-Ok was donned in a Louis Vuitton limited edition, white split side plunge dress, which was now ruined with wine.

Eun-Sun had not expected a slap at all. Her eyes turned red as her cheek burned from that resounding slap she had gotten. And in a flash, the sound of a more forceful slap echoed around the restaurant, gaining theatrical gasps for the customers.

That Mi-Ok was being slapped by no one else but our Female lead – Park Eun-Sun. Fiesty huh?

Park Eun-Sun, a small, dainty, beautiful, and hot-tempered girl who is currently a waitress – (let’s hope she still stays one at the end of this. I doubt it) – is the breadwinner of her family and an only child. She is a first-class graduate who was yet to land a good job. Hence, she is a waitress.

Mi-Ok was shocked. She also didn’t expect to be slapped, most especially not from a common waitress.

Her hand slowly moved to cover her palm printed and now swollen cheek while her body trembled in anger, like a volcano ready to erupt. Her eyes were fixed on Eun-Sun with disbelief written on them.

She raised her hand to slap Eun-Sun again, but to her utmost surprise, her hand was caught mid-air. Her eyes widen as she looked at her wrist being held tightly in Eun-Sun’s hand. This humiliation was too much!

Eun-Sun didn’t let go even as Mi-Ok tried wriggling her hand out of her grip. But Eun-Sun stared at her wickedly, in a way that halted Mi-Ok’s movement. It was as if Eun-Sun was daring her to make one more move.

“What’s going on here?” The manager who had been called asked as he arrived at the table, glaring at Eun-sun as he pulled her hand away from Mi-Ok’s. But Eun-Sun didn’t reply. She was too angry.

“Didn’t I ask you a question?” The manager asked again angrily.

Eun-Sun raised her gaze to the manager in an attempt to explain all that happened, but no word left her mouth as she was still too angry to say a word. She was sure she’d be more vexed and would pounce on this nasty piece of trash till she dislodges all her bones if she tries explaining herself. Eun-Sun wasn’t good at retelling an ordeal, most especially when she was still vexed. She’d rather remain mute to calm herself than talk.

The manager angrily sighed and turned to the staff who had earlier come to call him. The staff, in turn, explained all that happened to him.

The manager turned back to the fuming Mi-Ok, who was very much still locked down under Eun-Sun’s lethal glare. “I’m really sorry, miss Mi-ok, please, for the owner’s sake, can you please just let this go…your bill is on the house. Please forgive her.” The manager said with an apologetic look and a low bow as he pleaded with a furious Mi-Ok.

Mi-Ok was on the verge of flaring up again when she caught a glimpse of her surrounding. She saw bystanders with their phones, obviously taking pictures and making videos of this embarrassing scene. She knew she was going to make the headlines by morning.

Damn it! She cussed in her heart.

“Okay, fine, I’ll let this go, just to give your owner some face. It shouldn’t be said that I was petty and unforgiving,” She snarled while staring at Eun-sun intensely. If looks could kill, Eun-sun would be dead by now, but unfortunately, Eun-Sun’s glare was on par with hers, if not more deadly.

Mi-Ok turned to the table and grabbed her purse. She glared at Eun-Sun one more time, and Eun-Sun understood all the silent words that were not being said.

‘This bitch has ruined my date. How am I to wait for him wearing this?’ she reasoned to herself as she angrily stormed out of the restaurant.

The manager turned to Eun-Sun, who was still fuming and shooting daggers at the disappearing silhouette. “You! In my office now!” He said to Eun-sun in a low but forceful voice. Eun-Sun understood that look and tone perfectly.

That was Trouble!

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