Moreover, as the owner of the café, Rachel had to handle the cash register, serve plates, and wipe down tables, she seemed to do a bit of everything.
When business got busy, there was hardly any time to breathe.
Maybe her abilities were limited, but she gave everything she could to this child, pouring her best into the work.
Around 3 PM, the café received another order for pineapple buns and milk tea. However, when Rachel saw the delivery address, she momentarily froze.
"What's wrong? Is there an issue?" Lauren asked, readying the food for Rachel, who was staring blankly at the printed order slip.
"Nothing," Rachel replied, taking the pineapple buns and milk tea from her.
The address was unmistakably the law firm where she used to work, and delivering there meant she would inevitably run into her former colleagues.
She remembered how prestigious she had felt back then, and now she feared how awkward it might be to face them again.
