Chapter 15

"Clinton, you are being disrespectful. All Jordan wanted was for you to leave the table so he can have his privacy. He cannot talk to Sandra while you are there."

Someone from the crowd tried to advise Clinton.

However, Clinton looked at the person and leered. "So, I should leave, just like that? I was already sitting at the table. Why should I be the one to leave?"

As Clinton was saying this, just like before, the door to the VIP room swung open!

But this time, it was a waitress who entered the room. She held a tray in her hands, and on top of it was a cake.

She trotted straight toward the table where Sandra and the rest were sitting. She placed the tray on the table and spoke.

"I'm sorry I took so long. Here is the cake."

Everybody stared at the waitress, confusion written on their faces. "Who ordered a cake? Sandra, was it you? Did you order the cake? We thought you said you never liked cakes."

Sandra looked innocent and responded, "It wasn't me. I did not order any cake," she said