My mother-in-law showed up at my restaurant with 38 friends and announced, “Order the most expensive things. I’m treating everyone today,” even though she knew she had no intention of paying. Instead of throwing them out, I looked at the manager and said, “Serve them everything.” Three hours later, when she saw the $23,289 bill and the folder I placed on the table, she stopped smiling.

 

Meanwhile, Beatrice continued celebrating lavishly in the dining room for nearly three hours, ordering extra rounds of fine wine, supplementary courses, gourmet coffees, and our most expensive desserts.

“Do not be stingy, girls,” she repeated loudly. “It is my treat today!”

The final tally reached an astronomical total of $23,289.

Just when I thought her arrogance had reached its absolute limit, Beatrice summoned me back to her table.Sitting right next to the empty wine glasses was a thick Manila folder.

 

“Sign these right here, Camilla,” she ordered bluntly.

I flipped open the folder and skimmed the first few pages, recognizing the fraudulent business transfer documents Lucas had prepared.

“What is the meaning of this, Beatrice?”

Beatrice frowned at me with deep irritation.

“Do not play dumb with me, Camilla. The ownership of the restaurant will be transferred to Lucas so he can handle the important business decisions, and you will simply continue working here in the kitchen.”Several of her friends nodded along in agreement.