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Chapter 62

An idea struck Cindy’s mind as she stared at Monique’s back. She squinted her eyes and snickered, “Very well then, Monique!” ‘You’re still an amateur,’ she thought to herself. The coffee from Monique’s first order was ready. Cindy opened the cap and added several teaspoons of salt into it as she seethingly mumbled, “Let’s see how much you’ll like your coffee with salt!” She stirred it contentedly and packed it nicely after adding several spoonfuls of salt. She felt a wave of satisfaction imagining Monique embarrassing herself in public. “Your coffee!” Cindy swayed her hips while she walked over to Monique’s seat, her heels clicking every step she took. She placed the coffee on the table begrudgingly, with the single order packed separately from the others. She was wearing 4-inch stilettos, and her uniform skirt was intentionally altered to a shorter length that barely covered her thigh. With her collar deliberately lowered, making her look like a loose party girl. Monique let out

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