employees knew his name but had never seen him.
Vanessa smiled coldly.
“I’m asking you to leave after dessert.”
Sophie whispered, “Daddy, did we do something wrong?”
Something shifted inside him.
Daniel carefully set down his fork.
“No, sweetheart.”
Vanessa sighed. “Sir, don’t make this difficult.”
Daniel glanced at her name badge.
“Vanessa Cole. General manager?”
Her smile returned.
“That’s right.”
“And you’re asking a paying customer to leave because you don’t like how he looks?”
“I’m asking someone disrupting our standards to leave.”
Daniel scanned the room again.
Nobody
