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    “But they’re intentionally giving me a hard time,” Isabe whispered, hoping for an ally to shield her from her trouble.


    “How are they giving you a hard time?” Erin replied dismissively. “They just don’t like your attitude. Work on that, and everything will be fine. I know you can handle it. Good service is the bare minimum here, Isabe. If you can’t even do that, I doubt you’ll make it through probation. Come on, try your best.” With that, Erin walked away.


    Isabe called after her, “Erin, if you won’t help, no one will. I’ve always been good to you! Please help me.”


    But Erin kept walking, pretending not to hear her.


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    Rosie, Tina, and Judy smirked, clearly enjoying Isabe’s struggle, waiting to see if anyone woulde to her rescue.


    Inside the kitchen, Erin vented to the manager, saying, “Isabe’s alwaysining about the job being messy or exhausting, and she’s constantly asking me for favors.”


    Yesterday, I had a stomachache and asked her to cover a table for me, but she t-out refused, saying I should handle my work on my own. Now, she is in a bind and expects me to help her? No way. And 100k at her—wearing high heels to serve! We’re on our feet for ten thousand steps a day. Heels are a terrible choice for this job.”


    The manager lifted the kitchen curtain slightly, peering out to observe how Isabe was handling the troublesome customers.


    The restaurant drew a global crowd, and difficult customers were part of the daily grind. Every staff member had their own way of managing difficult situations, but if they faltered, the manager would step in.


    “What did the customers say?” he asked.


    Erin replied, “They’re upset about her attitude. Honestly, I agree—shees off as arrogant, like she’s looking down on them.”


    After speaking, Erin hurried off as the sound of dishes being prepped echoed in the kitchen.


    Reluctantly, Isabe epted that this was her responsibility. She softened her tone, striving for calm respect as she repeated her earlier words.


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    Judy, catching a subtle eye-roll from Isabe, erupted in anger, eximing, “What’s with that attitude? Are you looking down on us? What’s that eye-roll supposed to mean? I’m filing aint! Someone, get me the manager!” Judy’s outburst drew every eye in the room.


    Isabe’s heart sank—if aint was filed, her probation would likely end in dismissal.


    The manager approached, offering a courteous bow to the three women. “Ladies, is there an issue I can assist with?”


    Judy said, “Your employee’s attitude is awful! She acts like serving us is beneath her, speaking with this superior tone and even rolling her eyes! It’s outrageous!”


    The manager turned to Isabe, his expression stern. “Apologize to the customers immediately.”


    Tears streaming down her face, Isabe protested, “I didn’t do anything wrong! They’re deliberately making things difficult for me. I was already very respectful—what more do they want?”


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