Jason’s tone started out fine but subconsciously developed a hint of arrogance toward the end. He made it sound as though he was doing her a favor.
“I don’t need it.” Arielle rejected him without a second thought. “I’m happy with the customer traffic I have now and don’t need you to promote it for me. Nonetheless, I appreciate the offer. Bye!”
Before Jason could reply, she ended the call at once.
“Let me do it.” Upon returning to her station, she scooped out the cooked ravioli.
Once the last bowls were served, she went into the restaurant to help the wait staff, not bothering to take a break.
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