Chapter 3

Almost the moment Jane left, Chloe walked in, bringing someone else with her.

She was decked out head-to-toe in luxury designer labels, wearing a tiny miniskirt despite the freezing dead of winter.

Didn't she feel cold?

Then again, she did have a great figure; no wonder Logan took a liking to her.

I took one brief glance and pulled my gaze back.

Chloe had clearly come looking for trouble. She called me out by name, demanding that I serve her.

The manager was a snob. Seeing Chloe draped in high-end brands, he knew she was a wealthy customer he couldn't afford to offend, so he immediately shoved me forward.

Keeping my head down, I asked, "What can I get for you?"

Chloe, sporting a fresh set of long acrylic nails, waved her fingers dismissively over the menu board with an arrogant smirk. "Introduce your signature items to me."

I gave a brief, standard rundown, but she scoffed in displeasure.

"That's it? What kind of attitude is that? If you don't want to work here, just quit! Get your manager out here right now!"

Sweating profusely, the manager wiped his forehead and apologized profusely, shifting every ounce of blame onto me.

I replied evenly, "We only have three signature pastries, and I've already introduced each of them to you."

The manager clicked his tongue and scolded me, "The customer is always right! What's with that attitude? Apologize to the lady right now!"

What attitude? Was I supposed to drop to my knees just to read off the menu?

Still, I gritted my teeth and apologized to Chloe.

Smug with triumph, Chloe said, "Fine then. Walk me through every single item on this menu."

There were over a hundred pastries and drinks combined. Going through all of them would take forever.

Yet I started from the very top.

I spoke until my mouth was bone-dry and my throat itched so badly that I couldn't hold back a cough. Only then did Chloe pinch her nose in disgust and cut me off.

"Enough, stop coughing! Who knows what kind of contagious disease you're carrying? Gross."

She tilted her chin up proudly. "Just give me two of the most expensive items in this shop."

Then she turned to the person beside her. "Order something too, Sis."

The woman Chloe called "sister" was the polar opposite of her.

If Chloe was a flashy swan, her sister was an invisible, plain duckling.

She wore faded, washed-out clothes, plain black-rimmed glasses, and carried herself with stiff, timid posture.

She frantically waved her hands, glanced at me, and whispered that she didn't want anything.

She looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen her before.

Chloe complained, "I offer to pay and you won't even take it. Don't go crying to Mom and Dad later, claiming I only ever ask you for handouts."

She snapped her gaze back to me. "What are you standing there for? Pack them up! You think I have all day like you? My time is valuable."

I quickly boxed the pastries, but to my surprise, she grabbed the bag and turned to walk out.

I stepped forward to block her. "You haven't paid yet."

Chloe acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Can't you just pay for me?"

I thought she must have lost her mind. Why on earth would I pay for her?

Chloe sneered, "These cakes are for Logan. Aren't you his loyal little pet? What, you aren't even willing to cover a few bucks for him?"

She threatened me, "Should I call Logan right now and let him know?"