“Bring me someone intelligent,” he sneered in German, dropping a hundred-dollar bill into my water pitcher. His guests laughed. I needed this job to pay for my father’s rehabilitation, so I kept my hands steady. He thought I couldn’t understand him. I spoke eighteen languages. But when I spotted my photograph on his business presentation, I realized his cruelty was the smallest thing he had to hide.
“Bring me someone intelligent,” the man said in German, then flicked a hundred-dollar bill into the waitress’s water pitcher. “Let’s see if she fetches.”
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