I never told my boyfriend’s snobbish parents that I owned the bank holding their massive debt. To them, I was just a “barista with no future.”

“She threatened my wife. She came aboard under false pretenses. Ask anyone.”

I looked around.

Faces disappeared.

Eyes lowered.

Then a voice came from behind the bar.

“No.”

A young server stepped forward.

Her name tag read MAYA.

She couldn’t have been older than twenty-two.