That evening, the restaurant buzzed with the usual humming of customers and clinking meals, but Amy felt worrying in the intestines.
Something felt as if the past was creeping up to chase her. She shook it and focused on wiping the table as she cut into the air like a known voice. Her heart dropped. It was Heather – her old high school. And according to the sound it has not changed a bit.
That day Amy was filled for Beth, one of the waitresses in the restaurant. While she cleaned the table, she noticed that Heather is standing nearby and laughing loudly with her friends …
That day Amy covered the shift for Beth, one of the waitress of the restaurant. When she wiped out the table, he attracted her attention to a well -known voice – he was a high school Heather.
Heather was her bully, always looking for opportunities to mock her. She was cruel and persistent.
Amy quietly hoped that Heather wouldn’t know her, but happiness wasn’t on her side. As soon as Heather saw her, he began mocking. She grinned and said she wasn’t surprised to see Amy’s cleaning tables because she never expected to have a real job.
Her friends mixed.
Heather continued her insults. “It looks like you finally landed your dream job! Just as you’ve always imagined back at school-the most waity.
As the cruel words continued, Jack, Sous-Chef, his voice company, emerged from the kitchen. “You don’t have the right to talk to her like that!”
Maria, chef, quickly supported him. “If you can’t be respectful, you will have to leave.”
Heather flipped her eyes. “Oh, well. We’re just telling the truth. Who even cleans the tables?
Jack’s patience baked. “Amy’s work does in a single day more valuable than anything you have done in your entire life.”
Now the entire staff of the restaurant surrounding Heather and her friends, who suddenly looked nervous. When they realized they were exceeded, they demanded talking to the owner.
That was the moment Amy was waiting for. She smiled with confidence and said, “That would be me.”
conclusion
Heather and her friends stood frozen, their smug expressions faded quickly. They expected Amy to limit that they would not find it in the position of authority. The realization hit them hard – Amy was no longer a person they ridiculed in high school. She built something for herself, something they couldn’t cut with their cruel words.
The restaurant staff stood firmly alongside Amy, which proves that respect was not tied to the title of the job, but with character and hard work. Without another word, Heather and her friends turned and left and silence their laughter.
Amy watched them walk and felt a feeling of triumph. She faced her past, not with anger or humiliation, but with a quiet force. She no longer needed their consent – she won.