Becky’s POV “Table fifteen needs attention, Becky, be quick about it.” Ben, the head waiter, said impatiently.“On it,” I answered.I hurried over to take the order of the four men sitting at the table.“Gin and tonic all round,” a short bearded man ordered, for his companions and himself, “be quick about it.”“Yes sir.”I hurried over to the bar to get their order.“Becky, table eleven is waiting?” Ben rolled his eyes, “be quick about it.”Be quick about it. That’s all I seem to keep hearing.I’m not a robot, damn it!“I will be with them in a minute.l,” I said, biting back the curse I was about to utter.Keep calm, you need this job, I told myself.I was on day three of the job as a waitress in the Billionaire Club, an exclusive club catering to Rhode Island's wealthiest people, and the job was still hard, but Mr. Davis had warned me.And how right he was! There were ten staff members and a head waiter, with a supervisor to keep us in check. Each person was assigned to five tables.
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