Mr. Badass ✔

10 Revenge

Gemma's POV.

During my lunch break, I go to the coffee shop next door as usual to get a coffee.

It's a national chain with a distinctive decor—wooden tables and chairs paired with lush green plants, and the air is filled with the rich aroma of coffee beans.

Every afternoon, I habitually order an iced Americano to perk myself up.

Today, there's a young employee at the cashier, probably around 21 or 22 years old. He's wearing a simple black T-shirt with a black cap pulled low over his forehead, almost covering his eyebrows, but I can still see a hint of a silver eyebrow piercing.

He has one hand resting on the counter, and the other is holding a phone.

I approach the counter and place my order. "One iced Americano."

He puts down his phone, barely lifts up his eyes to glance at me, and casually says, "Sold out."

I'm taken aback, assuming they might be out of ice, so I ask, "Then, an espresso?"

He's still in that lazy demeanor, responding indifferently, "Sold out."

My brows furrow as my annoyance starts to build up, but I still try to ask, "Then... a cappuccino?"

He finally looks up, his expression filled with impatience, "all sold out."

At this point, I'm furious. The coffee machine is right behind him, with coffee beans sitting on top of it, and there are other customers in the shop enjoying their drinks. And yet, he's telling me they don't have coffee?

Just as I'm about to confront him, the manager walks over. The manager is a bit older, wearing a professional smile.

He gently moves the young employee aside and sincerely apologizes to me, "This is our new employee, just started today. Sorry about that. What would you like to order?"

"One iced Americano."

The manager nods quickly and continues to apologize, "I'm very sorry for the inconvenience. I'll prepare a double shot for you, on the house as compensation."

As he prepares my coffee, he turns to the young employee and says, "The table over there just emptied. Please go clean it up."

The young employee, with a reluctant expression, picks up a rag and goes to the table. He wipes it half-heartedly, just dragging the cloth across the surface a few times. But the circular coffee stains from the cups remain clearly visible on the table.

Seeing this, I can't hold back any longer.

As a car salesperson, and as a member of the broader service industry, I cannot tolerate someone like this tarnishing our profession and dragging down our image.

So, I take out my phone, and without hesitation, I leave a negative review for their shop, writing, "The employee at the front with the black cap and eyebrow piercing has a terrible attitude. He's bringing down the entire coffee shop's service standard."

Then I grab my coffee and head back to the dealership.

In the afternoon, I throw myself back into work, showing customers the new car models and accompanying them on test drives.

Before I realize it, it's almost time to go home. I notice that Luke is still busy in the office, so to avoid running into him, I quickly pack up and prepare to leave.

As winter approaches, the sky is already starting to darken, and the flow of people on the streets is gradually thinning out.

I'm walking, focused on my steps, when suddenly a man jumps out from the side and blocks my path.