"But—!" The waiter opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off with a dismissive wave, turning her attention back to me with a falsely sweet smile. "I'm sorry for the disturbance, miss, but rest assured that he will be immediately fired."
I returned her smile—though it was more of a cold, calculated expression. Then, my face shifted into a straight, unwavering look. "You're right," I said softly, deliberately. "From today onwards, you're not working here anymore. You'll be the one fired, not him."
The room seemed to tighten around us. The manager's eyes widened in shock, her composure cracking just a little. The waiter looked at me with a mixture of confusion and relief.
The smile on the manager's face vanished instantly, replaced by a fierce furrow of her brows. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me. "W-What are you saying?"
"Her," I said simply, gesturing subtly. "The secret partner and investor—going by the pseudonym Tigris."
