Mi suegra apareció en mi restaurante con 38 amigos y anunció: “Ordenen las cosas más caras. Hoy estoy tratando a todos”, aunque sabía que no tenía intención de pagar. En lugar de echarlos, miré al gerente y le dije: “Sírveles todo”. Tres horas más tarde, cuando vio el billete de $ 23,289 y la carpeta que puse sobre la mesa, dejó de sonreír.

The final tally reached an astronomical total of $23,289.

Just when I thought her arrogance had reached its absolute limit, Beatrice summoned me back to her table. Sitting right next to the empty wine glasses was a thick Manila folder.

“Sign these right here, Camilla,” she ordered bluntly.

I flipped open the folder and skimmed the first few pages, recognizing the fraudulent business transfer documents Lucas had prepared.

“What is the meaning of this, Beatrice?”

Beatrice frowned at me with deep irritation.

“Do not play dumb with me, Camilla. The ownership of the restaurant will be transferred to Lucas so he can handle the important business decisions, and you will simply continue working here in the kitchen.”

Several of her friends nodded along in agreement.

“A man can certainly make a business grow much faster,” one of them commented smugly.

Beatrice smiled warmly at her friend’s comment.

“Exactly. Camilla cooks, Lucas manages, and that way the whole family is taken care of.”