Tactics

"Where is my mom?" Clara asked as she rushed into the restaurant.

"Your mom? Who is your mom?" The security guard at the entrance retorted, glaring at her.

"Oh sorry, I got a call that my mom is here because she couldn't pay for the food that she ate. That's why I was rushing to come over" Clara answered, explaining what happened.

"Oh, you mean that woman? Enter and ask the waitress. She should be in the kitchen, Washing plates by now" the guard ordered.

"What!" Clara exclaimed, then she rushed inside.

The waitress took her to the kitchen and she was dumbfounded with the sight in front of her

Ava was sobbing as she was washing the plate.

"Why would you do this to her? Didn't I tell you that I was coming? Why can't you wait till I get here and pay your goddamn money!" Clara yelled at her.

"Stop yelling miss. Did you know the gravity of the offense that your mother committed? How on earth would she seek for the most expensive food on the list, along with Italian wine when she has no ce