My Assistant’s Girlfriend Called Me a Poor Old Hag
Every time my assistant booked a private room for me, he brought his girlfriend along.
I let it slide. The room was on his way home anyway.
Then today I pushed the door open and found a sticky note slapped on the head chair:
"Freeloaders not allowed."
I peeled it off and turned to him. "What's this about?"
His girlfriend was already sitting in the head seat, glaring at me.
"Can't you read?" she snapped. "Mooching off my boyfriend every damn day. Have you no shame?"
"If you can't afford Michelin, don't show up. I can't stand cheap old hags like you. Honestly, if I lived your life, I'd kill myself."
I just stared at her, baffled. Justin rushed over and lowered his voice.
"Boss, I'm so sorry. She thinks I'm paying for this dinner."
"She's a bit of a princess. Doesn't like sitting with people who can't keep up. Tell you what. Let us eat first, and you can order after we leave."
Then he took my black card and handed it to the server.
I stood there for a second. Then I picked up my phone and called the restaurant manager.
"Send security to the private room. Someone stole my card. Call the police."