Don’t Worry
Ana did as told, and she could swear Mary was simpering as they walked to the office.
Inside, Mr. Timmerman sat across from her, taking up a pen and paper. He asked Ana to stand and wait for his final verdict.
But instead of talking, he pulled up his laptop and connected to the restaurant’s camera feed. “The sound quality is perfect,” he told Mary. “So don’t worry. We’ll hear everything she said.”
