Chapter 63:
Julie's Point of View
Suddenly, a short man stood over me, his white apron bulging in front of his stomach and a chef's hat crowning his head.
He shouted in my face with a rage that made me startle:
"What are you doing here? Get up and start distributing the plates!"
I said with difficulty, my breath not yet stilled:
"Mr... Mr. Robert told me to stay here and not go out."
With a flushed face, he threw his dirty cloth at my face, hitting me with a nauseating scent of sweat and spices, and barked sarcastically:
"What did you do, you idiot, to make him this angry?"
Fire ignited in my veins, and my fingers reached out to grip the handle of a heavy iron pot beside me;
I felt its coldness and solidity, and I prepared to lift it and smash his head with it,
but he turned and walked away before I lost control.
I slowly loosened my grip, settling in my place while staring into the void,
