CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR – NERVOUS WORKERS

As soon as they were gone, the Bistro erupted into chatter. Jasmine turned to her staff, who were all staring at her with a mixture of awe and fear. "Miguel, are you alright?" she asked, examining a cut on his hand from the broken glass. He nodded, still looking shaken. "I'm fine, Ms. D. Who were those guys?" Jasmine sighed. "Just some troublemakers. Lisa, you okay?" Lisa nodded, her face pale. "Yes, thank you. And thank you, Miguel." Jasmine looked around at her staff and the concerned faces of the patrons. She clapped her hands. "Alright, everyone. Show's over. Let's get this cleaned up and back to work. Lisa, comp everyone's meals for the inconvenience." As the staff dispersed and the Bistro slowly returned to normal, Jasmine retreated to her office. Her hands were shaking as she picked up the phone to call Don Cesaro. The rest of the day passed without incident, but the tension in the air was palpable. Jasmine found herself jumping at every loud noise, her eyes constantly sc