Vanessa’s confidence faltered.
“Don’t answer.”
Daniel continued.
“Were employees ordered to exaggerate wait times for customers she considered ‘low value’?”
Maria stared at him.
“How did you know that?”
Vanessa stepped forward.
“That is confidential business information.”
Daniel met her eyes.
“Yes.”
The single word landed strangely.
Vanessa frowned.
Daniel continued.
“Were servers also told to transfer large-spending guests into Vanessa’s preferred section so she could manipulate performance bonuses?”
Maria whispered, “Yes.”
Color drained from Vanessa’s face.
“How do you know about the bonuses?”
Daniel looked toward the entrance.
A woman in a gray suit and a man carrying a leather folder had just entered.
Vanessa recognized the man first.
“Mr. Harris?”
Regional director Paul Harris didn’t smile.
“Good evening, Vanessa.”
Behind him stood corporate attorney Rachel Lin.
Vanessa looked between them and Daniel. Her confusion turned to fear.
Paul approached the table.
“Mr. Mercer,” he said, “we brought everything you requested.”
The restaurant fell silent.
Vanessa’s lips parted.
“Mr… Mercer?”
Daniel turned toward her.
“My full name is Daniel Mercer.”
Maria covered her mouth.
Vanessa whispered, “The owner?”
Daniel’s voice remained quiet.
“Now we understand each other.”
Security arrived thirty seconds later.
Two guards entered the restaurant and looked toward Vanessa.
“Ma’am, you requested assistance?”
Vanessa weakly pointed at Daniel, but couldn’t speak.
Daniel answered for her.
“The situation has changed.”
