Stephanie took a steadying breath and approached the table, her tone courteous but firm. “Ma’am, could you please ask your children to sit? They’ve already caused a server to trip.” Karen shot her a scathing look. “Is this some anti-family diner?” she snapped. “I paid for the damages, didn’t I?”
Stephanie felt her patience sharpen into something colder. She met Karen’s glare, nodded politely, and stepped back, letting Karen rant. Her anger simmered, but Stephanie knew she didn’t need to raise her voice. Karen’s downfall would come from her own arrogance. It was time for the final act.