Hearts and High Stakes

As if struck by a eureka moment, the employees moved about their desks, laughing and chatting loudly throughout the building. Despite their seemingly easygoing appearance, Miller Corporation employees were anything but, with their only goal being to please their boss.

At 7:15 a.m., their boss was still absent from work. The boss was always here before 7 a.m. to avoid running into them. Most workers didn't know who they worked for but were told to be on time because the dictator boss hated being late. The boss had also cautioned them not to make any noise, and they always remained as quiet as possible. They were afraid of an unknown force.

The stillness that descended upon the whole building was startling.

It seemed as though the area had abruptly changed into a silent graveyard. The silence was so profound that it felt like a single pin had fallen. Her heels clicking against the white tile floor was the only sound audible in the calm.

Head held high, her dark gaze scorching everything in her path, she entered the building. She was dressed in a black straight skirt, a white shirt, and a black jacket from a designer suit, all of which hugged her figure and emphasized her tanned legs. Her brown hair, neatly pulled into a bun, hung down to her shoulders, highlighting her tanned complexion. She was carrying a brand-new, high-end purse that likely cost three people's salaries in the building and a black briefcase she most probably carried to work every day. Her appearance belied her age. Still, others were terrified by her icy demeanor.

Many people were unaware of Olivia Miller, the twenty-eight-year-old CEO of Miller Corporation and one of the wealthiest women in London and the entire world. She and her brother, David Miller, founded Miller Corporations ten years ago at the tender age of eighteen, engulfing the world in their power. After just two years in operation, they had twenty branches throughout several nations, and by the end of the third year, they had established themselves as multibillionaires. Olivia Miller keeps everything else hidden.

A few employees regarded her with curiosity. They mistook Olivia Miller for a guy when they first heard about her, but one glance at her confirmed their suspicions-she was far more terrifying than most women they had known. She strode past a group of interns in her way and marched over to the reception desk, where Aria Wilson, the receptionist, was standing with her glasses positioned over her nose. "Good morning, Miss Miller." She smiled warmly as she said hello. However, her employer was not experiencing the same level of positivity as she was on Monday morning.

"When Zoey arrives, tell her to come to my office immediately." Olivia Miller gave an icy command.

Aria's face became white, and she nodded excitedly before trembling and answering, "Yes, Miss Miller."

With a curt nod, Olivia moved graciously toward her elevator. She pushed the button that led to her office on the last floor. The elevator doors opened, and everyone released their held breaths as soon as she stepped inside.

Olivia stepped out of the elevator on the final floor in silence. On her way to her office, she passed her secretary's desk, which was empty. Glancing over the vacant area, she strained to see her secretary, Sophia Davies. Shaking her head, she went into her office.

Her office was large and flashy. A wide glass partition separated her office and the reception desk outside, while another wall on the opposite side provided a view of London's business district. The other two walls, not composed of glass, were simply regular walls with a gray paint job. Awards and painting collections were on the left wall, behind the massive brown mahogany desk. To the left of the desk was a sizable drawer cabinet with several drawers, and to the right was a glass stand displaying additional accolades and diplomas. Next, an oversized white office couch with royal blue cushions stood directly against the front glass wall in the middle of the workspace. Across from Olivia's desk was a larger cabinet with several drawers and a smaller desk belonging to Zoey Brown, her personal assistant.

Olivia made her way to her workstation, set down her briefcase and purse, and then turned the desk around to remove her jacket, which she folded up and stacked atop the oversized chair. Before she began working, she sat down, took her laptop from her briefcase, and turned it on.

She waited nervously for her personal assistant to arrive, and she kept checking her watch. Olivia expected her to arrive an hour or less earlier, yet she remained unseen at nearly 10 in the morning. A slender lady in a plain knee-length blue dress appeared outside Olivia's office. She sighed and took up her office phone to call Aria.

The woman stood at the office desk, engrossed in a phone conversation, seemingly oblivious to her employer, who gave her a stern look. Zoey Brown, a twenty-five-year-old, traveled to London for employment. Unexpectedly, she found herself working as Olivia Miller's personal assistant at Miller Corporation for the past five years. "Good morning; sorry I am late." She spoke cheerfully as she entered the office. She put her purse on her desk and walked over to sit in one of the empty seats in front of Olivia's desk. She tossed her long brown hair and leaned back into her seat, putting her phone and a tiny pack on the desk.

"Why are you late?" Olivia asked without opening her eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Zoey muttered to herself, "Monday blues." Glancing up from the screen, Olivia closed her laptop and sat back against her seat, crossing her knees and moving her chair back and forth while examining Zoey. Recognizing that her boss would not give up, Zoey sighed and straightened her back. "I was out sorting out the mess you created, Miss Miller; you missed the meeting with the accountants, so I had to meet up with them and find a way forward." She says.

"I didn't miss the meeting with the accountant because it wasn't scheduled. I told you to cancel all my meetings and appointments," Olivia firmly stated as she leaned forward.

"Olivia, you are a multibillionaire and the Chief Executive of a multi-national corporation with numerous locations worldwide." We cannot cancel these meetings; in case you haven't noticed, the corporation has had almost 20 million dollars stolen." Zoey explained the situation in a tone that was reminiscent of a toddler. Olivia did not like how Zoey talked to her, so she clinched her jaw and squeezed her lips into a narrow line.

The only person in the office who was close to Olivia's friend was Zoey. Olivia ignored everyone, but since Zoey Brown was her long-standing personal assistant, she felt compelled to approach her. "However, we resolved it. Excuse me, but the police have already located the suspects." Her phone began to ring, so she lifted her index finger. Before taking the call, she mumbled, "Sorry." "Zoey Brown speaking, hello?" She glanced at her boss, who was currently organizing the office, and spoke. "Hello Aiden, how may I help you?" Her eyebrows knitted as she listened to Olivia Miller's driver talk on the other end of the line, wondering what Olivia was searching for. "Oh, I see. I will inform her. Thank you, and goodbye. She put her phone back on the desk after hanging up. She said, glancing dubiously at Olivia, "That was Aiden."

"Oh?" Cursing whoever took her ladder from her office, Olivia mumbled nonchalantly as she climbed on a little bank next to her desk, trying to reach the top shelf.

Zoey said, "He told me to tell you that the car is ready and waiting for you in front of the building," but Olivia ignored her and carried on with her work. With a groan, Zoey rose from her seat and circumnavigated Olivia's desk to get the file Olivia was reaching for. With relief, Olivia leaped from the small bank and tried to take the file from Zoey, who was making fun of Olivia's height. "Which vehicle is he referring to? Traveling somewhere?" She enquired.

Olivia clenched her teeth in frustration. She stated firmly, giving no details, "The file." Sighing, Zoey handed her the file and returned to her seat. When finished, Olivia slid the file across the table and paged through it. Zoey snatched it up and turned to the first page with a frown. "Mason Construction Company," Olivia murmured as she sat down. "A construction company, the owner, James Mason, recently retired and passed on the company to his son, James Mason Junior," she said with reluctance.

"You don't sound like a big fan." As Zoey noted.

"He is a young chap. When he spent millions of dollars on a building and used substandard materials, the structure collapsed, killing hundreds of people and forcing the company into bankruptcy. A lawsuit forced him to pay billions of dollars to the impacted families. He is not yet prepared to manage a company. Mr. Mason should have hired a replacement to step in until his son was ready. Olivia stated icily.

"He is just a kid." With sympathy, Zoey remarked.

"He is not fit to run a business," Olivia mocked.

"You weren't exactly old or fit when you started your business." Olivia tensed as the words spilled out of her mouth before she could stop herself. " Olivia." She attempted to clarify, but it was too late; Olivia's hand suddenly raised, causing her to grab Zoey's hand.

"You don't know a single thing about me." With a nearly unrecognizable voice, Olivia spoke in a frigid manner. While Olivia's nails dug further into Zoey's skin, she grew pale and stopped crying. She was no longer the same Olivia as she had been moments ago. She was no longer the Olivia she thought she knew. This Olivia did not sit well with Zoey; she was arrogant, irritable, and heartless, all traits befitting a terrible employer. Zoey knew her actions could not be attributed to Monday blues; she had gone too far and would not be going back. Olivia was right; Zoey knew little about Olivia Miller and was gradually beginning to grasp her true identity. "Zoey Brown, I truly like you, but don't get me wrong; you work for me as your employer, not to judge me based on how fit you think I was when I first started my company. Do you get it?" Zoey nodded in response to her question. When Olivia released her hand, Zoey swiftly withdrew it and fixed her gaze on the desk while pretending nothing had happened. "I am going to Miami for an urgent business meeting. I'm not sure how long it will take, but I'll be away for a week or three." She stated that she was not shocked when Zoey refrained from asking her the innumerable questions that she typically did. "David will be here later today; he will take over while I am away." The mention of David's name made Zoey wince, but she was too weak to protest. "I need you to support and assist him in managing the business. If you need anything, you'll give me a call." With a cautious nod, Zoey handed over the little envelope she had brought with her when she had arrived at the office. "What is this?" Olivia inquired.

"This is my letter of resignation," Zoey whispered to herself.

Olivia calmly observed the woman before her and said, "You quit."

"You can quit, but I'll assume this is your three months' notice," Olivia said matter-of-factly and pushed the envelope back to Zoey without opening it.

"I need to do it. Ignore the fact that any of this happened. I arrived on time this morning. Let's disregard the previous conversation. Let's pretend that we have never met. Zoey expressed her emotions freely.

Zoey pulled back her chair and got to her feet. She pushed the envelope back to Olivia, whose eyes silently dared her to think again. Olivia glanced at the scratches she made on Zoey's palm before darting her gaze to the envelope. "Book an appointment with a doctor under my name." She said it without emotion.

"I can pay my expenses. I hope Miss Miller has a safe journey." After saying so and grabbing her phone, Zoey went to her desk to get her purse. She turned to face Olivia, who gave her a cold glare.

"I am not going to stop you if that's what you expect, Miss Brown; I have better things to do with my time than running after a lousy personal assistant whom I can replace for a few zeros." Olivia grinned tightly and said.

On the verge of tears, Zoey felt a twinge in her chest but forced herself to smile weakly and proceeded towards the door. She paused at the door, turning to give Olivia one more glance. She continued, "I hope that one day you will realize that she is not your friend," and turned to go.

Ignoring Zoey's remarks, Olivia grabbed the envelope. Unfortunately, she had grown to appreciate Zoey and still found it challenging to accept that she was leaving. Zoey arrived at a time when Olivia had already given up five years earlier, following his inexplicable success in firing five personal assistants in a single month. She challenged Olivia on every one of her points, which impressed her.

When she hired Olivia, several of her coworkers had warned her about her brutality, but Zoey chose to ignore them. She knew another aspect of Olivia and thought there must be a reason for her personality. "Zoey Brown! I'll die because of you." Muttering under her breath, Olivia pulled open the packet and carefully unfolded the white page inside. She read it several times until the words finally sank in, at which point she closed her eyes and grasped the paper, her anger steadily building. She got up, put on her jacket, packed her briefcase and paperwork, and headed out of the office. She was pacing toward the ground-level reception counter two minutes later.

As soon as she arrived, she slammed the resignation letter onto the desk, causing the entire floor to erupt in silence and making Aria jump out of fear. "Call Sophia Davis and inform her that my lawyers will contact her. When Zoey Brown returns, instruct her to start searching for a replacement for Miss Davis, or find someone else to take her place if she is tired of working for me." She declared this in a frigid tone, then briskly left the building without looking back.

When they were outside, Olivia got into the car without waiting for the driver to open the door for her. Aiden, the driver, jumped in and inquired, "Where to, Madam?"

"Airport," Olivia replied, watching the office building gradually disappear.

Olivia arrived at her friend's apartment building at approximately five o'clock in the evening.

Aiden had no idea that Olivia Miller had friends. The only person he knew who was close to a friend was Zoey. Olivia kept this friend a secret. She was unknown to him.

When they arrived at the building, her demeanor grew even more icy, and it was only natural for hatred to surface on her face. As she got out of the vehicle, she noticed a sophisticated woman who appeared to have just stepped out of a magazine and emerged from the massive building. She wore simple black push-in sleepers, a white blouse, a light woolen blue jersey, and denim pants. She was most likely in her early thirties. Her dark hair fell beyond her shoulders, and she was slim.

"Olivia!" She shrieked, but Olivia gave her a tight-lipped smirk in return.

"Call me that again, and you will regret ever calling me." The threat made April Williams' smile fade.

"It's good to see you too!" April remarked cynically. Aiden felt the tension rising between them. Despite their friendship, their silent stares communicated more than their words could.

"Aiden, do I need to remind you why I pay you?" Olivia abruptly stopped Aiden in his tracks with a chilly comment. With a cold glare in her eyes, she walked into the building as if she owned it, leaving the two behind.

After Aiden carried Olivia's bags inside the building, he saw April waiting outside. Aiden wondered why April remained outside, while Olivia stood anxiously outside her apartment door. She stopped him when she noticed him walking past her toward the car. "I'm sorry about that." With an apology, April met Aiden's scowl. "Is she always like this?" She seemed concerned when asked, but he would be foolish to believe her.

"I don't discuss my boss with strangers." He said this before getting into his car and driving off.

April gasped as she saw the tire marks. "How rude!" With a sneer, she strode inside the building. She ascended the stairs to her flat and paused at the top when she noticed Olivia impatiently tapping her foot.

"Took you long enough," Olivia mumbled as she moved her bags to the doorway's edge.

"I don't see you losing any cent by standing there." With a swift reply, April opened the door and stepped inside, leaving Olivia in the rear.

Olivia entered and set her bags down. She moved out into the open and looked around her. Even though April's apartment was at least ten times smaller than her home, it felt like a home in contrast to her million-dollar estate. This place was more to Olivia's liking than the owner's. The apartment was coated with soft blue but was still simple and homey. Either blue paint covered everything, or it was the original color.

"Let me show you to your room." April leaned against the door leading to the bedroom and made a sly offer while crossing her arms.

"I know how to find my way." With those words, Olivia pushed her way past April and knocked her down with the bags.

Pulling on her hair, April hissed and ran her tongue over her teeth. She had to exercise extreme self-control not to kill Olivia.

Olivia entered her bedroom and took a quick look around. Everything remained exactly as it had been when she last visited, with no changes. A soft blue color painted the entire room, except for the white wall wardrobe and bedcover.

With a sigh, she put her clothes away in the wardrobe and showered in the shared bathroom. After showering, she changed back in her bedroom.

As Olivia left her room, she thought she would see April in the sitting room, but instead, she saw her lying on the couch, talking on her phone to her lover.

"But I miss you!" April let out a childlike cry.

"I'm excited to see you, and I miss you too! You and I may be together again after Olivia returns from her business trip in one more week." He stated.

With a nasty expression, April stayed silent for some time.

"Hello, April, How are you doing? Baby, what's wrong?" With concern, he inquired.

"It is Nana, David!" April started crying.

"How about Nana? Has she started making fun of you again? David let out a sigh.

"She is sick, David!" At last, she was able to say.

As someone who disliked sentimental people, Olivia felt like yanking out her hair after witnessing April's tears.

"Do you need money? You know that you can rely on me," David stated.

Satisfied that her brother had treated April Williams like the gold digger that she was, Olivia grinned.

Regaining her composure, April sat up swiftly.

"No!" She yelled. "I don't need money." While clearing her throat, she spoke.

"Then what's the matter?" David questioned, sounding confused.

April let out a sigh and got off the couch. "My boss." She waited for a moment, muttering. "If I can get someone to stand for me at work, I am free to go. Otherwise, he is going to fire me." She let out a sigh.

"Oh, dude! I ought to have realized he would act in this manner." David whispered to himself. "Listen, don't worry about him; I'll handle him, okay?"

"No!" She was about to scream. "Please say no. I have someone to fill in for me; I must ensure they are on board. "You will only complicate matters further." With that, she settled into the couch.

"All right, honey, as you say. I have to leave now because something just came up. Okay, I will give you a call later.

"All right, honey." Before she could begin, the line went dead. "I love you." Sadly, she whispered.

Olivia entered the sitting room with a sneer, her high heels clicking against the carpet. "What a show!" With her eyes the size of saucers, April whipped her head in her direction as she spoke.

"How long have you been standing there?" She inquired, but Olivia dismissed her question and scrutinized her with piercing, icy eyes.

"April, you can manipulate my brother as much as you like, but I won't allow you to tarnish his reputation by allowing him to fight your battles," Olivia firmly declared. "I know women like you who prey on rich men and leave them broke."

"I love your brother!" April uttered harsh words.

"Like hell you do!" April leaped when Olivia lost her temper. "It is what it is, April Williams; you are nothing but a golddigger, and I will not let you ruin my brother's life!"

April closed her eyes and let tears run down her cheeks, and silence fell. "I cooked dinner." She uttered those words while observing Olivia's elegant black and gold ensemble and handbag.

Olivia wore a black pencil skirt that reached her knees, a black jacket featuring a V-neck, matching black shoes, and closed black heels. Her hair fell to her right side, and she wore an identical gold jewelry set.

"Poison is not my thing." Olivia walked out of the apartment after saying something icily and pushing April.

"This conversation is not over," April yelled furiously as Olivia forcefully closed the door.

After driving to the recently opened Bombay Darbar restaurant, Olivia ordered Aiden to join her for dinner.

"Me?" He was shocked to learn that Olivia Miller had invited him to a posh restaurant for dinner. Conscientiously, he straightened his suit, adjusted his white shirt and tie, and leaned in to change his hair in front of the car mirror.

"Auburn!" His employer's cold voice made him jump, and he hit his head. He got up immediately and rushed over to where she was standing. "I hate waiting," she murmured, expressionless, and entered the restaurant. Aiden followed her inside after taking a trembling breath.

A young waitress of color greeted them as soon as they entered. "Hello and welcome to Bombay Darbar." She spoke with warmth, and Olivia liked her right away. "Please follow me this way." After saying so, she led them to their designated table. Here are our menus. Please call me when you are ready to order." After they were seated, she said.

"Thank you." After expressing his gratitude, Aiden picked up his menu. The waitress responded with a smile and then left. Feeling uneasy and perplexed, Aiden gazed at the menu; its writing was in French, and another language I couldn't recognize, so he could not interpret it. Not only that, but he didn't feel free in Olivia's presence. Driving his employer to a restaurant was one thing, but dining with her was another. "Uhm, excuse me?" A waiter who was walking by heard his cry.

"Is there a problem, sir?" The server inquired.

"Not at all. Oh, I see. I would like to know the location of the restrooms. Aiden spoke clumsily.

"This way, I'll take you." Says the waiter. Aiden released his breath, got to his feet, and followed the server.

"Are you ready to order?" The server inquired.

At last, Olivia set down the menu and raised an eyebrow. "What's your name?" The girl blushed violently when Olivia asked her name.

"Leah," says the girl. "Leah Hall."

Olivia nodded, peered at the menu, and then pushed it aside. She put her palm on the table and said, "Well, Leah, what on the menu would you say is the best dish?" she inquired.

Olivia observed Leah with curiosity as she took Aiden's seat and looked through the menu, her eyes brightening like a Christmas tree.

"Well, we do have some local dishes here, and I have the best idea of what you will like," Leah said excitedly, closing the menu.

"Surprise me, and while at it, get me some water and something strong for the gentleman." Leah left before anyone could even pronounce her name, according to Olivia.

When Aiden returned from his short escape five minutes later, he saw that Olivia had ordered a drink. He took a seat and said nothing, his eyes roving aimlessly. "Aiden?" He raised an eyebrow in response to Olivia's call.

"Yes, Miss Miller?" After responding, he took a sip of his beverage.

"Did you find a place to stay?" She shifted the topic and inquired.

"No, Miss Miller; the places I found were either too expensive or already full." With a flush to his cheeks, he spoke.

Olivia took out a pair of keys from her handbag. "Here," she said, giving them to him. "The keys to David's beachfront home are here. Ensure you arrive early tomorrow morning because it's a long drive." As they waited, she remained silent and leaned back against the chair.

"Here's your meal," Leah announced happily as she set the tray on their table.

They reluctantly stared at the food, Aiden in particular, unsure of what he was receiving.

"Chicken Briyani," Olivia said, seeming to read his mind.

"Try it out. It's good. You won't regret it, I assure you." Leah comforted them.

Olivia hesitated before trying the rice, but she nodded yes. "Spicy, but good." Leah exhaled a breath of relief as she spoke.

After Aiden tried the food, he quickly started gorging on it.

Before Leah left, she asked them whether they were okay with drinks, and they responded. However, fifteen minutes later, Leah returned with an ice bucket that contained two glasses and a bottle of champagne.

"I did not order that," said Olivia.

Breathlessly, Leah whispered, "I know." "But those gentlemen there insisted that I bring this to you." She gestured to two men sitting at a table farther away from theirs.

"Take this champagne back to them and tell them I can afford my drinks." Olivia placed an order.

Leah walked off with the bucket.

Aiden looked past Olivia and saw Leah approaching the table where the men sat. Though he could not hear them, it appeared that one of the men was reprimanding Leah. Leah noticed him glancing at their table, but he looked down and fiddled with his fork, giving her fleeting glances as she returned to their seat.

After setting the bucket down at their table, she crossed her arms and groaned, seemingly informing Olivia that she would not accept any more orders from her. With a sideways glance at the bucket, Olivia said, "I told you to take that back."

"I did, but they told me to bring it back to you and said it's not like you are paying for it," Leah explained.

"Is that so?" Olivia inquired calmly, but Leah remained silent. Olivia inquired, "I assume you conveyed my message to them, correct?" taking her silence as a "yes."

"Yes, I did," Leah replied, suddenly uneasy, knowing what was about to happen. Since my other tables are waiting for me, I should get moving. Leah hurriedly remarked, "When you're ready to pay the bill, give me a call," but Olivia's cold voice halted her.

She asked, "What did they say?" With such composure, her voice strongly hinted at a threat.

With a groan, Leah turned back to face Olivia. "I don't think I should tell you." She made a hesitant statement and fumbled with her fingers.

Olivia set her spoon down and looked up at Leah. She laid her chin on her intertwined hands and rested her wrists on the table.

"Sweetheart, if you think that your boss firing you is the worst thing that could happen to you, then you have no idea what I am capable of," Olivia said with a cold voice that made Leah and Aiden shudder. "Now." Olivia leaned back against her chair and spoke. "I am going to ask you again, but this time, give me a straight answer: what did they say?" Olivia leaned back against her chair as she spoke.

With a trembling breath, Leah turned to face Aiden, who shot her an apologetic glance. "Please don't make me do this! They told you not to act up because they know women like you; tough but willing to give in for a few bucks! I already feel terrible enough to offer this to you." Olivia understood exactly what Leah needed to say, so she didn't need to beg. "Just take the champagne, please, and put this behind you. My goal is to keep my job. Please".

Olivia curled her fingers into a fist and clenched her jaw. She knew men who felt that every lady entering that door was beneath them. They assumed that she would go to bed with them just because they had bought her a bottle of champagne. "It is one of our most expensive bottles," Leah said, unintentionally fanning the flames.

"Fine," Olivia said, her face expressionless.

"What? Alright, so you'll accept it?" Leah inquired, her relief pouring over her.

"Yes," Olivia replied.

"Whoa, I'm grateful! You have no idea how much this means to me, so thank you very much." With excitement, she spoke.

"Open the champagne." Olivia placed an order. Leah opened it immediately, but just as she was ready to pour something for them, something stopped her. "Don't worry about it; I'll handle it." After saying this and taking the bottle from her, Olivia got up and moved away from her table toward the two seated men.

Olivia poured the champagne over one of the men's heads, watching as each drop landed on his head and trickled into his elegant suit, causing everyone to scream.

Olivia Miller could not have cared less that Aiden and Leah had big eyes; she made sure there was no drop left in the bottle before slamming it onto the table in front of the man, whose head bowed and his eyes closed as the liquid touched his body.

"Don't worry about the bill; I'll handle it." Olivia responded and turned to leave.

She proceeded to her table, removed her card from her purse, and thrust it into Leah's grasp. "Please also place that bottle under my name." To Leah, she said. "Get the car." Aiden obeyed her order, bending slightly before walking away. Olivia pivoted to face Leah, who remained motionless, her jaw hanging open and her eyes wide. "Why are you still standing there with your eyes popping out?" She posed the question directly.

"Oh, my God!" When Leah saw the name on the card, she gasped. "Olivia Miller". "I can't believe this; you are actually Olivia Miller." With penetrating eyes, as if challenging her to reveal her name, Olivia stared back at her as she trailed off. "I'll get the machine." She quickly approached the front desk, with Olivia trailing behind.

After tipping Leah and paying for her lunch and the bottle of champagne, Olivia walked out of the restaurant as if nothing had happened.

After nearly two weeks of dealing with parsimonious patrons, Leah could finally enjoy her hefty tip until there was a disturbance at one of the tables. Her supervisor was yelling at the manager, who had publicly insulted a customer from the table.

The owner of the restaurant was a well-known businessman and executive in Fort Lauderdale, known for his outbursts.

"Are you just going to stand there?" The management scolded Leah.

"Sorry, Mr. Steven." With a stutter, she turned to walk away, but a firm voice interrupted her.

"Stop right there!" Her supervisor yelled, staring at the two workers with sharp eyes. "This conversation is not over until I say so." Leah spun around once more and bent her head. "Just in case your stupid brains haven't registered yet, we have dismissed both of you." Leah gave a startled gasp at what he stated. He interrupted her as she was about to object. "My security needs to care for much more essential matters, so don't make a fool of yourself. Make this place tidy before you leave." He turned to go.