Laurent, the owner of the café, was Gilbert's acquaintance. Gilbert was the one who got the job for Haisley from this forty-year-old man. Haisley didn't know what Gilbert said to him, but one thing was clear—Gilbert approached him with a face full of pleas, hands clasped in front of his face.
Laurent then looked at Haisley and approached her. "Gilbert said he needed you. Is that true?" he asked. Haisley nodded her head. "He's not going to kidnap you, is he, Haisley?" he asked again with a probing look. Haisley chuckled, seeing Gilbert roll his eyes behind the man. But then, she nodded her head.
"No, Sir. My parents are coming, and I need to greet them," Haisley replied politely. She still felt stiff around him even though he had told her to address him by his first name, as Gilbert and other employees usually did.
"Go ahead. I won't deduct your pay because you've been working very diligently all this time," he said, which was met with an enthusiastic nod from Haisley. She bid farew
