Alex stared at her.

“That’s impossible.”

The waitress removed the small name badge from her gown.

“My name isn’t on the staff list.”

She placed it in his hand.

“I borrowed the uniform.”

The woman beside him stepped back.

“Why?”

The owner looked around the ballroom.

“Because my employees kept telling me wealthy guests treated them differently when management wasn’t watching.”

Alex’s face began to pale.

“So tonight, I decided to find out myself.”

The room went silent.

She looked at the champagne tray she had carried all evening.

“You snapped your fingers at me.”

Alex swallowed.

“You laughed when another waiter dropped a glass.”

He looked down.

“And then you offered me fifty thousand dollars because you thought embarrassing a waitress would entertain your friends.”

The woman beside him slowly removed her hand from his arm.

Alex forced a smile.

“It was a joke.”

The owner nodded.

“Good.”

She pulled out her phone.

“Then you’ll love mine.”

His phone buzzed.

He checked the screen.

His luxury suite had been canceled.

Then another notification appeared.

His company’s gala reservation for the following year had been terminated.

Alex stared at her.

“You can’t do this.”

She smiled.

“I already did.”

Then she walked past him.

Alex called after her.

“What about the fifty grand?”

She stopped.

Turned.

And pointed toward the waitstaff watching from the edge of the room.

“Divide it between every employee you humiliated tonight.”

His face collapsed.

She gave him one final look.

“You wanted me to prove I could dance.”

Then she smiled.

“I wanted you to prove who you were when you thought nobody important was watching.”