Prologue - a desperate man.

"Idiot! Are you blind?" Georgia shouted at the driver of the car that almost ran her over.

"What a gross woman!" exclaimed Alessandro, who was in the car, right in the passenger seat, next to his driver.

Alessandro saw her through the drops that accumulated on the front window, the same ones that the windshield was struggling to clean. She was clearly not a classy woman, like the ones who usually surrounded him, that woman on the highway seemed too insipid and even a little rude too, that, without mentioning her curious uniform, which was almost completely soaked.

"Honk the horn, we're in a hurry" Alessandro said to the driver, who immediately followed his orders. "You know I don't like being late" the man straightened out the fine cufflinks that adorned his white shirt.

"Be more careful next time!" Georgia slapped the hood of the car and got out of the way, in any case, it was not as if those people were going to offer to pay the dry cleaner, much less give her a ride.

With no other choice, Georgia walked away from the car and saw it leave, from where she was she could see the license plate perfectly, it was simple, almost unforgettable, a couple of vowels and odd numbers.

"This is just what I needed!" while trying to make way for the impertinence of that driver, Georgia walked towards the bus stop, where she tried to clean her skirt while the bus arrived, however the stains were large and almost impossible to erase, surely half of them would dry, but she could definitely do nothing about those splashes of mud that the car splashed in her direction.

When she finally arrived at the restaurant where she worked, Georgia found her boss at the entrance, who looked her up and down and made a reproving gesture.

"Why the hell have you arrived so late?" he growled in his characteristic tone.

"I'm sorry" Georgia lowered her gaze apologetically "my grandmother didn't feel very well today, I thought I should take her to the hospital, I couldn't get away from her until I was sure she felt better" she lied. 

The boss raised an eyebrow in disbelief "Don't try to see me as a fool!" he shouted "this is not the first time you have arrived late."

"But it will be the last, I promise" she begged.

He grabbed her roughly by the lapels of the waitress dress and then pushed her inside.

"Change your outfit, use one of the dresses that are stored, I don't want my diners to feel sorry for the waitress." This was not just any restaurant and as such, the man couldn't afford to have poorly dressed employees.

Again, Georgia cursed the occupants of that car for their lateness.

"Georgia! Table ten has not been attended to, it was entrusted to me, but I need to go to the bathroom urgently" said Valery, Georgia's best friend “I wouldn't ask you if it weren't important" she brought a hand to her stomach. 

Georgia rolled her eyes, she knew how exaggerated Valery could get, even so, she didn't think about refusing her request.

"My name is Georgia, and I will be attending you, do you already know what you are going to order or do you need a little more time?" she asked.

To her surprise, the man at the table didn't answer, he wasn't even able to lift his gaze from the menu, it seemed that this would be the day of insufferable people! Georgia told herself, while focusing on the little boy on the other side of the two-seater table.

"I want a plate of spaghetti with lots of cheese, a tiramisu dessert, a lemon and raspberry pie... " he said, as if reviewing the menu. 

"You can't eat all that!" Georgia was terrified "it's too much food, it will make your stomach hurt."

"But it's what I want" he demanded in his childish voice.

"I can bring you the spaghetti and only one of the desserts you told me.” She proposed.

As soon as the child heard that, his eyes filled with fake tears and his screams flooded the whole restaurant, seeing how everyone looked at him and whispered behind his back, Georgia's knees trembled and she started to feel cold sweat, she just hoped that her boss didn't notice what was happening or she would have another reason to fire her.

"Are you not going to do anything?" Georgia questioned the child's father.

With an arrogant gesture, the man stood up, went to the restaurant counter and paid a very large sum of money.

Georgia saw everything and that's why she was speechless, with all that money he could have paid for a week's worth of lunch.

"Bring what the child has ordered" he said to the waitress, before ordering his own food.

Georgia opened her eyes in surprise, understanding that capricious attitude of the little boy, if that was the example that his father gave him, she couldn't expect much from him.

As soon as the dishes were ready, Georgia quickly took them to the table, the faster they ate the faster they would leave the restaurant, and that was exactly what she wanted, so she put the plates in front of each of them and then left.

"I want you to give me the food" the little boy said to Georgia, taking her by surprise, "my elbow hurts, I can't move it, it will take me an eternity to finish eating."

The woman was practically offended, what a capricious and spoiled child that was!

"I can't do it, little one" she replied as calmly as possible "I'm working, I have other tables to attend to."

Immediately the boy repeated the tantrum from before, pulling Georgia by the hand to sit with them and feed him in the mouth.

The child's father rolled his eyes, he didn't want his son to feel dissatisfied, much less when the request didn't seem absurd to him at all, so the man stood up under Georgia's curious gaze, and went to the restaurant manager's office.

"How much do you pay your waitresses?" he asked the manager.

The man frowned at this strange question, however, he answered right away, he more than anyone knew who that man standing there was, he knew of his power and all the money he had.

"I'll give you ten times that amount if you force your employee to do what I want."

"Which one of them?" he was intrigued.

"A Miss Alcott" snorted, remembering only her badge and not the name she had already mentioned.

In the face of such a juicy and attractive proposal, the boss stood up and left with the man, both heading towards the table from which Georgia was beginning to walk away.

"Stop there! Georgia" her boss grabbed her arm firmly "you will do what that man asks of you, unless you prefer to be without a job."

"But sir! He wants me to feed his son, that's not part of my job duties," replied Georgia. She didn't want to be humiliated by him and his money.

"Either you get your butt to that table and sit with them, or then you can go looking for another job and forget about the severance or any kind of letter of recommendation, believe me when I tell you that I will make sure you don't work in any other restaurant in the city."

Georgia let out a deep snort, closed her eyes and bit the inside of her cheek, she was burning with anger, but unfortunately, she couldn't afford to lose her job, so she just freed herself from her boss's grip and returned to the table.

"I'm glad you've come to your senses, Alcott," said the child's father.

Georgia felt a chill when she heard her surname in the mouth of that arrogant human being, but as she couldn't reply or say all the things that were going through her head, she just pulled out one of the empty chairs and put it aside from the child's seat.

"Make sure his clothes don't get dirty," said the man haughtily when she gave him the first spoonful.

Georgia didn't miss the opportunity to look at him with hatred and disdain, although it was true that she couldn't fight with him, nobody said anything about not being able to look at him as he deserved.

The man saw her out of the corner of his eye and noticed the hatred in her, and for some reason, that seemed funny to him, seeing her biting her mouth not to speak was extremely fascinating.

"Now bring the desserts that my son ordered."

By the time lunch was over, Georgia was red with anger, the child was satisfied and the man acted as if nothing had happened.

"Thank you for your attention, Alcott," he said goodbye to her, taking the child's hand, who also said goodbye.

Georgia followed them to the exit and saw them get into that car.

"I think I've seen that license plate somewhere else..." she frowned, while tying up loose ends.

That man who had just humiliated her was the same one who almost ran her over that morning! Is it possible to have such bad luck?