learning how to balance trays and carry them. She lost her equilibrium after something-certainly a man's hand, not something else-brushed her thigh

he coffee had been soaked up. A hand touched the top of her knee as she passed a table. She turned to see a wink from an older man

tray of shattered cups, Leah, one of

as she started to transfer the shards to the broken-wares col

ith more caution." As he passed her, Mr. Grave

e, I'll be more cautio

took her tray to be cleaned after he left. Leah picked up another tray of coffee that had been set up and took it out. Charisa

Charisa was relieved that visitors did not give her any more atten

falling outside, but it would soon stop. While the team set up the indoor spaces fo

is on the floor, but someone else would vacuum it from behind. Like everything else, she was still getting used to cleaning, and as she contin

r feet and collided with the body of a person behind her. Not that Charisa had heard anyo

anding, even eyes. Charisa tried to put distance between them by holding

r Charisa could say. The man cupped her breasts by mov

An older woman entered via the open door from the balcony, followed by two young males. With the sweep of her arm, Charisa's palm str

nry Worthington, if he was alright. The woman cried out that her husband had been struck by a trollop. Mr. Worthington started out by explaining how she had gotten on him. Charisa attempted to

n that he would handle the matter. He dragged her out into the hallway and threw her around violently, knocking the wind out of her and slamm

ghout his statement, "I have been very patient with

d, "I didn't do

isitors was slapped by you. You'll

an is! Charisa's voice wa

r to Charisa and spoke more softly. "Do you realize that you've been fired? You'll

l from her eyes, searing her cheeks in embarrassment