I Was Accused of Poisoning a Couple—Then My Boss Got Involved
The Night That Tested Me
It started like any other evening shift at the café. The hum of the espresso machine, the murmur of conversations, and the rhythmic clatter of dishes set the tone. Then they walked in—a couple, looking out of place but not in a charming way. The girl’s expression was like a storm cloud; her first words hit me like cold rain. She mocked me, calling me disabled just because I hadn’t reached their table in a blink.
I smiled through the sting, but inside, something broke. The insults kept coming, each one sharper than the last. I wasn’t sure if the night would ever end—or if I’d make it through.
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