Rachel blinked, averting her gaze away from her, and pretended as if she didn’t see what she did, then putting on an innocent expression, asking the woman, “What is it, ma’am?” “I want you to clear my table when I get out.” She replied, taking the table napkin and putting it in her lap graciously. Rachel knows why she wants her to clean her table. She deliberately put the money under the plate for her to take it undetected. She chewed her lower lip as she pondered for a moment. She remembered what Martin had said to her about morals and a code of conduct during the decorum, and that he had specifically instructed her not to accept tips from customers. If she is ever caught, it will put her job in jeopardy, and her track record will not be as clean as she would have liked it to be. “Ma’am...” She was about to decline, gripping the metal tray she held tightly, but the woman held up her index finger, cutting her off. “Now, young lady, please understand that I am insistent.” “Alright
Read more