Deceit

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"Excuse miss?" A customer called out to Miranda while she ran through the restaurant. Another day working alone and being extremely short staffed. Her coworkers had to be the most unreliable people in the world. Each day it's a new reason as to why they're either late or not coming. Then Miranda have to feel the harsh end of the stick and stay back or work extra hard with not a raise on her pay. Do she complain? Of course not because believe it or not she had dreams to fulfill and being without a job isn't going to get her to those dreams.

"Maria, greet the customers," Miranda said to the Spanish server assistant which only worked on weekends.

"Que?" She said and immediately Miranda rolled her eyes because she can never understand a word she's saying. Walking behind the register, the dark skinned girl grabbed two menus and shoved it into her hands.

"Go greet the customers," she said slowly and Maria nod her head before walking towards the couple that was standing at the hostess booth. Sighing in frustration, she walked back into the dine and began checking on her customers.

It was Friday and this was the busiest day in the Dolce Deluxe. This was the day where everyone decided to come out to breakfast and usually she'll be happy about the rush because that meant more tips but being hungover from the night before and only two hours of sleep, she's a bit agitated.

Finally twelve in the afternoon rolled around and the restaurant began to empty. Maria as usual was sitting down on her phone.

"Can you go clean the tables? I think that's your job," the dark skinned girl said with obvious attitude and though she may not understand what she's saying, she knew she was upset. Mumbling to herself in Spanish, she got up and began cleaning around the area.

Miranda decided to replenish the dessert shelves so she walked into the kitchen and began taking some cupcakes out of the chiller.

"Miranda, how is everyone?" Her boss asked and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"They're okay sir. Everyone is happy and we had no slip ups," the dark skinned girl said with a straight face and walked out of the kitchen. Being the annoying man that he is, he followed her and stood by the doorway looking at the customers.

"What about table 12? They look angry," he said and though she didn't want to admit it, he was right so she put the tray down and walked to the table.

"Hi guys, is everything okay?" She asked and paste a smile onto her face.

"Actually thanks for asking but no I'm not. The Spanish you have working here is very disrespectful. I asked her for a cup of tea and she sucked her teeth and walked away. What kind of people do you have working here? Bad enough she is an illegal immigrant," he said rather loudly and Miranda was shocked by his outburst.

"My apologies sir but Maria cannot talk proper English so I doubt she understood what you meant. I'll give you 10% off of your bill and a free dessert. Once again I'm very sorry," she smiled and he nod before responding again.

"It's not you. You were wonderful," he smiled so she thanked him for the compliment and she walked away.

"You need to talk to Maria. She will give your business a bad review," Miranda said to him and he nod before walking away to talk to Maria.

The day wrapped up pretty nicely. It was now closing time and as usual Maria was leaving the restaurant without doing any side duties. Did she complain? Of course not. She never do. Though it was the end of her shift and you do not get paid for any extra hours, she still cleaned the place and cashed out before leaving. She did not want to come in the morning to have to clean here and set up for the new shift.