The Waitress With a PhD Who Silenced a Arrogant And Rude Billionaire
Chapter 14
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When Camille set down the plates, Theodore looked up. "Thanks, waitress." Then in German: "Ist es nicht faszinierend, wie manche Menschen einfach akzeptieren, was das Leben ihnen gibt? Kein Ehrgeiz. Keine Träume. Nur Akzeptanz." Isn't it fascinating how some people just accept what life gives them? No ambition. No dreams. Just acceptance.He was looking directly at her as he spoke. His date glanced at Camille, sensing something was off, but not understanding what."Is everything all right?" the woman asked Theodore."Perfect," he said in English, finally putting down his phone. "Just commenting on the service. Sometimes I find it interesting to observe people in their natural habitat."The woman looked confused, then uncomfortable. She picked at her salmon without much enthusiasm.Camille walked away, her chest tight. His words kept replaying in her mind:No ambition. No dreams. Just acceptance.He was wrong. She had dreams. She had so many dreams. They were just buried now, suffocated under medical bills and double shifts and the daily grind of survival. But they were still there. Weren't they?The evening dragged on. Theodore's date grew quieter as dinner progressed, her initial nervousness morphing into something like resignation. It was clear the evening wasn't going well, clear that Theodore wasn't really interested in her, wasn't really interested in anyone but himself.When dessert came, the woman excused herself to the restroom. Theodore watched her go, then immediately switched to German and looked at Camille, who was refilling water glasses nearby."Wissen Sie, was traurig an Ihnen ist? Sie hatten wahrscheinlich einmal Potenzial. Vielleicht waren Sie sogar intelligent. Aber das Leben hat Sie zermürbt, bis nichts mehr übrig ist. Bis Sie nur noch das hier sind." He gestured at her with his water glass, the movement dismissive and cutting. "Eine leere Hülle. Eine Dienerin. Nichts weiter." You know what's sad about you? You probably had potential once. Maybe you were even intelligent. But life has ground you down until there's nothing left. Until you're just this: an empty shell. A servant. Nothing more.Camille's hand trembled as she set down the water pitcher. For a moment, just a moment, she considered responding—considered telling him exactly what she thought of him in flawless German. But then she saw his face: the cold satisfaction in his eyes, the way he was waiting, almost hoping for her to react. He wanted her to break. He was enjoying this—not just the cruelty, but the anticipation of her eventual collapse.So she swallowed everything down, smiled her professional smile, and walked away.When Theodore's date returned, she made an excuse about an early morning and asked for the check. Theodore seemed unsurprised, barely disappointed. He paid with a credit card, left a precisely 15% tip, and escorted the woman out. As they passed the hostess stand, Camille heard the woman say, "I don't think this is going to work out." Theodore's response was too quiet to hear, but his tone was indifferent.