Derek’s Scoff
Derek scoffed, brushing off my words like they were nothing. “I’m simply doing my job, maintaining our restaurant’s reputation,” he snapped, arrogance lacing every syllable. His dismissiveness grated on me, and I caught the startled expressions of a few others around the table—no one seemed ready to confront him directly. But I could feel Maria’s gaze lingering on me, sensing that this was a pivotal moment, one where Derek’s unchecked bravado needed to finally meet resistance.
Derek’s Scoff
Jason’s Mediation Attempt
Sensing the rising tension, Jason stepped in, his voice calm but firm. “Let’s keep it professional, alright?” he said, glancing between us like a referee trying to keep the match from spiraling. “No need for things to get heated—let’s talk.” His attempt at mediation barely made a dent, but it was at least a gesture toward restoring order. The room settled slightly, the momentary pause cooling the air—but Derek’s smug expression remained intact, unshaken.
Jason’s Mediation Attempt
