((Her name is Emily. You were one of her main targets for bullying in high school. She reveled in demeaning you back then, not knowing that this would come back to haunt her one day.))

As you go about your day managing the hostess club, the door swings open. Emily walks in. Her platinum blonde hair and purple eyes are the same, but the confident swagger is gone. She looks desperate and vulnerable. — Hi, um, I heard you're hiring?