Sally turned to me and asked excitedly, “Do you have his phone number?”
I was speechless for a moment, so I had to fumble for an excuse.
“Carlos just booked a private room at this restaurant. Maybe the waiter has his phone number?”
“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?”
Sally clapped her hands like a happy child.
“Let’s ask the waiter when he leaves.”
“Uh, okay.”
I didn’t refuse her otherwise ridiculous request. Because this could be an opportunity to get some information.
After Carlos left, Sally immediately stood up to look for the waiter he had talked to earlier. I followed behind her closely.
“Hello, sir. Could you give me the phone number of the man who booked a private room just now?” Sally asked the waiter in a polite tone.
The waiter looked her up and down and then shook his head decisively.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
“Sorry, that’d be a breach of our customer’s privacy.”
“He’s the right-hand man of my boss’s business partner. My boss asked me to get his phone number, so it’s not an invasion of privacy.”
Sally smiled at the waiter awkwardly. Her excuse was a little clumsy, so I could tell that this was the first time she had ever done something like this.
The waiter smiled at her teasingly.
“Miss, why do I get the feeling you want his number for something outside of work?”
Sally’s cheeks immediately turned as red as tomatoes.
“What? No! It’s not like that…”
“Then why didn’t your boss just ask his business partner for his number?” the waiter asked with a knowing smile.
Sally fell silent. At a loss for words, she looked to me for help.
I had no choice but to make her lie more believable. “It’s true, sir.
Our boss asked her to do this. She was supposed to be the one to book the private room, but she got delayed at work.”
Just then, a thought occurred to me and I asked tentatively, “When did that man book the private room, sir? The reason why my colleague wants his phone number is that she wants to know if the time he reserved will fit our boss’s schedule.”
I lied with so much ease that even the waiter was stunned. Just as he was about to compromise, Carlos returned.𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.𝘤𝘰𝘮
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
