Victor Langley thought tossing a handful of coins onto the marble floor would make the entire VIP room laugh.
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CHAPTER 2: The Name They Forgot
CHAPTER 2: The Name They Forgot
Victor stepped forward, anger finally catching up to his embarrassment.
“You’re a waitress,” he said sharply. “You don’t get to—”
Elena interrupted him.
“Say it,” she said calmly.
He frowned. “Say what?”
“My name,” she replied.
Silence.
A flicker of memory passed through a few faces in the room.
Old newspaper headlines.
A scandal.
A collapse.
A family name erased from finance circles overnight.
Victor laughed nervously.
“I don’t care what your name is.”
Elena looked at him for a long moment.
Then said:
“That’s your first mistake.”
The VIP room shifted.
Because suddenly, it wasn’t about a waitress anymore.
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It was about recognition.
And memory.
