sending coffee

Of course she saw it — she wasn’t blind. You’d been putting on makeup for half an hour already! Rachel silently mourned in her heart.

Rachel had a good temper. When she came in to clean, Stella came in to put on makeup, so Rachel had to clean other places first. Now that everything else was cleaned, only the spot where Stella was standing remained — and she just needed to move a little.

“You just need to move a little bit to the side,” Rachel said politely, pursing her lips.

Stella turned her head, her face heavily made up, and pouted her bright red lips at Rachel.

“No, I can’t!”

Stella was doing it on purpose. Rachel had heard that this woman had a daughter and was possibly kicked out by a wealthy man’s wife. Stella looked down on her, and she loved to take her time putting on makeup.

Rachel was getting a little impatient. She had a lot of work to do, and she needed to finish quickly so she could go back and cook for Cora. The key was that Stella just needed to move a little bit to the side.

It was really frustrating!

Rachel angrily grabbed the mop and shook it hard in the bucket a few times before taking it out and shaking it a few more times.

“You’ve dirtied my pants!” Stella immediately jumped back, her eyes widening in shock.

“A good dog doesn’t block the road,” Rachel said without hesitation.

Stella was clearly doing it on purpose, so Rachel didn’t need to be polite to her. Although she often swallowed her anger, there had to be a limit to everything!

“A good dog doesn’t block the road,” Stella repeated mockingly, her face contorting with anger. But in the blink of an eye, she raised a sarcastic smile.

“I heard you have a daughter who was kicked out by a wealthy man’s wife and can only rely on cleaning toilets for a living,” Stella sneered.

Rachel had heard enough of her sarcastic remarks and didn’t want to waste any more time talking to her. She just wanted to finish cleaning quickly, so she dragged the mop toward the spot where Stella was standing.

Stella was infuriated when Rachel ignored her.

“So you’re admitting it? That’s why people should follow the right path and not try to be a third party. Even if someone wants to be a third party, they should have the qualifications for it. With your looks, you deserve to be a toilet cleaner here,” Stella sneered even more.

How dare she! When did she become a third party?!

“What’s wrong with being a toilet cleaner? It’s an honest job — clean and tidy. Unlike some people who work as waitresses but wear heavy makeup every day, hoping to attract wealthy customers to come here for coffee,” Rachel retorted.

Rachel was disgusted. The one who wanted to be with a rich man and was basically a third party was Stella. She was always wearing heavy makeup and revealing clothes.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Stella said, feeling like she had been hit where it hurt the most. She turned around and walked away.

Stella hated it. She walked back to the front desk with a swaying waist, feeling very unhappy. She was a single mother with no one to rely on, but even a cleaner dared to talk about her!

She was a student at H University and had a graceful figure. It was really annoying! The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Stella stood at the cash register, thinking about how to deal with Rachel. She looked up and saw the store manager, Barrett, walking toward her. She came up with a plan and changed her haughty posture, smiling stiffly.

“Good morning, Manager!” Stella raised her head and smiled, her eyes slightly red, looking like a wronged little woman.

It’s a shame she didn’t become an actress with such acting skills.

Stella had a good figure and was attractive to ordinary men.

Barrett saw Stella’s teary-eyed appearance and felt sorry for her.

“What’s wrong, Stella?” Barrett asked with concern.

“Just now in the bathroom, I heard Rachel talking about you-know-what. I got angry and argued with her. I didn’t expect her to splash mop water on my pants. It’s really annoying,” Stella said, pointing to her pants and wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. But there was a hint of mockery in her eyes that was hard to detect.

“What did she say about me?” Barrett asked in surprise.

Rachel was usually well-behaved and didn’t seem like the type to gossip, but seeing Stella’s tearful appearance, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was telling the truth.

“She said… she said…” Stella hesitated.

“Just tell me what she said,” Barrett demanded.

“She said the manager is a bit effeminate…”

Barrett was quite delicate-looking, and Stella secretly thought he was a bit effeminate. But now she looked so pitiful that no one would doubt her.

Barrett was furious when he heard this. He was very manly, okay? Where was he effeminate? He hated it when people called him effeminate.

Did she badmouth him behind his back just because he scolded her a few times when she took leave that day?

He really wanted to find a chance to fire her!

“Ring, ring, ring…”

The phone on the counter rang.

“Hello, this is the Mansion Cafe. How may I assist you?” Stella answered.

As the manager, she had to perform well.

“The Marriott urgently needs twenty cups of coffee,” Stella said to Barrett after hanging up.

“Then send two people to deliver it!” Barrett said.

Twenty cups of coffee were quite a lot, and it was impossible for one person to handle alone.

Stella suddenly had a clever idea and looked toward Rachel, who was wiping tables in the distance, with a cold glint in her eyes. This was a great opportunity to play a prank on Rachel!

“The shop is quite busy now and we can’t spare too many people. Let Rachel ride the electric bike to deliver the coffee. I heard she’s really good at it. She’s delivered many coffees alone before, so she should be able to handle it this time,” Stella smirked, throwing Barrett a glance that hinted this was a good chance to tease Rachel.

Barrett immediately understood and shouted toward Rachel, “Rachel, go deliver the coffee.”

“What?” Rachel was wiping tables and was surprised to hear the boss call her over.

“Marriott International ordered twenty cups of coffee and they need it urgently. You go deliver it,” Barrett said with an unpleasant expression.

“It’s not easy for one person to deliver twenty cups of coffee. It’s easy to spill them,” Rachel protested.

Delivering twenty cups of coffee alone was too difficult! Besides, there were several people in the shop — why would they ask her to deliver them? Rachel felt something was off.

Before she could say anything, Stella sneered, “If you’re told to go, then go. Don’t you listen to the boss’s orders?”

Who told you to mess with me? Now you won’t have it easy.

“Hurry up. Do you want to keep your job or not?” Barrett added sternly.

Rachel glanced at Stella’s smug expression and knew she must have instigated this. She definitely wanted to keep her job, so even though she didn’t want to go, she had to grit her teeth and deliver the coffee.

Although Rachel had been to Marriott International at night, it looked even more magnificent and grand during the day. There were more than a dozen large floor-to-ceiling windows in front of her. After passing through the revolving door, the receptionist in a neat and tidy uniform bowed respectfully.

The interior was even more luxurious than she had imagined. Rachel felt like Liu Laolao wandering into the Grand View Garden. She couldn’t find her way around — everything looked the same. The place was just too big, and unfortunately, she got lost.

Stella had said this was urgent and she needed to find it quickly. Rachel suddenly remembered the female passenger, Faith, who had been at the front desk that night. She might know something, so Rachel turned back to look for her.