"Well..." Nicole was still holding the wine bottle, refilling the customer's glass.

She was reluctant to leave yet since recently, every patron seemed to be linked to either the Hampton or Schultz families.

In the chamber, a group of people were deeply engrossed in a business discussion, openly conversing in front of Nicole, under the assumption that she wouldn't comprehend their complex topics.

Yet, Nicole grasped every detail with surprising clarity and was genuinely intrigued by their conversation. For her, grasping the intricate relationships between the Hampton and Schultz families was essential.

Noticing the commotion, one of the customers turned to Jemma, his voice laced with annoyance. “Hey, Jemma, are you really taking Cherry away?"

With an apologetic smile, Jemma responded, “A customer requested Cherry's presence."

The man's brow furrowed, displeasure etching his face. "She's excelling here, and you're pulling her away just on someone else's whim? Do you think I can't cover the bill?" he snapped, his voice sharp.

“Where did that come from! I would never assume such a thing. That would be absurd," Jemma hastily said.

“Then why remove her from my table? You think less of me?" His voice grew heated, the tension palpable.

Holding her chest as if wounded, Jemma replied with exaggerated distress, “Sir, you're truly misjudging me. I explained to them the significance of having a prior reservation, but it wasn't feasible. There's a young lady celebrating her birthday over there. They're trying to keep the celebration light and joyful. What if I offer you an extra drink on the house to make up for it?"

Confronted with the mention of a birthday, the man hesitated and then relented slightly. “Okay, but let this not recur."

“Absolutely. Jemma's smile was tinged with relief as she guided Nicole away from the escalating scene."

As she exited the chamber, Nicole queried, “Jemma, who exactly asked for me?" She hadn't been working here long, and only a handful of customers knew her. Was there really someone requesting her specifically?

Jemma responded without looking up, her voice Light, “You'll find out when you get there."

Nicole trailed behind Jemma, a sinking feeling telling her this might spell trouble. As they pushed the door open, her fears were confirmed.

Standing there was Doreen, a face all too familiar.

Doreen wasn't alone. Two other women, likely her friends, accompanied her.

Nicole suspected that Vicki must have told Doreen she was here.

The look in Doreen's eyes told Nicole about her intention of causing trouble.

Seeing Nicole hesitate at the doorway, Doreen sneered, “Why are you standing there? Come and serve me."