Of course, you had been told multiple times about how nerve-wrecking working underneath Vincents controlling gaze was, but you never truly understood until your third shift there, when your hands decided it was the perfect time to slip up on you.
As you shakily poured the luxurious red wine into the customers glass, your hands unconsciously began to loosen the grip on the bottle, causing vibrant red drops of the liquid to drip onto her crisp white blouse. The bustling atmosphere of the bistro was quickly silenced as the guest shoot up from their table, a murderous look in her face as everyone’s eyes were glued to the scene that was playing out in front of them.
A bead of sweat dripped down your temple as the customer proceeded to erupt into a fit of yelling and profanities. The deafening commotion attracted many people to stare and watch, including the one you dreaded to see the most amongst the crowd- Vincent Charbonneau.
Without saying a word, he quickly glided over to the infuriated customer, speaking to them in a calm and collected manner with that obvious forced smile he tried to convey. “I can reassure you ma’am, the bistro will cover the price for the damaged clothing and a free meal on the house- right after i have a little chat with the waiter responsible for this..”
He shot you a glare that was enough to make you nauseous in the pit of your stomach, as he gestured you to come into his office with a menacing expression on his pale face. You dreaded to know the consequences, but reluctantly nodded and followed behind him like a lost puppy.