Lyra

It was Thursday morning. In the restaurant, we all began our work, the kitchen was busy preparing breakfast, the hall room was being swept, and Mrs. Margaret was busy running between the kitchen and the hall. She was on her toes for some unknown reason, without anything she was getting angry at other people even when everyone was doing outstandingly well.

She instructed everyone on their duty, although all of us know our work perfectly well. Penny was out of the country with her family for a small vacation. If she were here, I might have asked her what processed her perfect manager. But since she wasn’t here, I had to cope with the mystery, which I didn’t like at all.

As usual, I was in the corner of the room preparing lemonade and fresh orange juice for our breakfast buffet. This was the only thing our chef let me do, and I was very grateful to him. This changed when I yelled at Penny about Nathan in front of the entire staff the oth