Freya’s P.O.V
I followed behind Derek hesitantly, each step making me feel like I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. But did I really have a choice now? I couldn’t turn back even if I wanted to.
Roger might have forgiven me after my dad went and threw a tantrum at the restaurant, but this time, I don’t think he’ll be as forgiving. If there was one thing Roger hated the most, it was the wastage of food and now, because of me, a hundred orders of burgers and fries was going to be wasted, probably donated for free and from Roger’s own pocket, if I didn’t manage to earn the three thousand dollars that Derek promised in exchange for wanting me as a server.
‘You’re a fool!’ My mind told me. ‘He promised you nothing and you’ll be regretting this decision as soon as you step inside the building.’
But even if I was the fool, I couldn’t let Roger and his restaurant suffer because of me.