— I swear, if that old man comes back tomorrow asking for a discount, I’ll pour coffee in his lap! — said the young woman in the pink apron, laughing loudly.
— Don’t worry, no one is here to defend him, replied Denisa. The owner doesn’t even step in here, he just takes the money. He doesn’t care as long as the business is running.
Ionuț felt his blood freeze. His hands trembled slightly. He watched them continue their jokes while the customers waited irritably, and the dirty dishes piled up. He couldn’t believe this was the place he had built with so much effort.
Years ago, his mother always told him: “A place where people come hungry is not filled just with food, but with soul.” Now, the soul of the establishment had vanished.
He took a sip of bitter coffee, stood up, and approached the counter.
— Excuse me, he said calmly but firmly. Can you call the manager?
Denisa looked at him with raised eyebrows. — The manager isn’t here. What’s your problem, sir?
— A small but important problem, he said. He looked at the name on her badge, then smiled. Denisa, right? Remember this name, you’ll hear it again.
He stepped outside, and for a moment he paused by his car. He took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. He knew what he had to do.
Two days later, the same establishment was temporarily closed “for internal checks.” Rumors spread quickly. Customers commented, and the local press inquired. But Ionuț knew that this was the only way to root out the evil.
He called all the staff for a surprise meeting. No one knew that the man in the hoodie was actually the owner.
When he entered the small room upstairs, silence fell abruptly. Denisa froze.
— Good afternoon, he began calmly. I am Ionuț Enache. Some of you may have seen me in pictures, on the website, or in the newspaper. Yes, I am the one who offered you a job here.
Gazes crossed. Some looked down.
— I came incognito. Not because I don’t trust you, but because I wanted to see with my own eyes what the atmosphere is like. Unfortunately, I saw more than I would have liked.
He paused.
— Instead of smiles, I saw indifference. Instead of respect, I heard mockery. And instead of a team, I felt only fatigue and disinterest.
Denisa began to tremble. — Mr. Enache, I…
— It’s not about excuses, Denisa. It’s about how we move forward. A business is not sustained just by money, but by people. And when people forget why they are here, everything collapses.
That day, Ionuț did not fire anyone. He offered them a second chance but made it clear that only those who would change their attitude would remain. He brought in a new manager, a young energetic person who had been a waiter in the early days of the establishment.
Three months later, “La Enache” had become the warm and welcoming place it once was. Customers smiled, the staff greeted joyfully, and Denisa — completely transformed — served each person who entered with kindness.
One morning, an old man asked again about the discount for seniors. Denisa smiled at him.
— Of course, grandpa. Today the coffee is on the house.
Ionuț, sitting at a corner table, looked up from his newspaper and smiled contentedly. His mother would have been proud.
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