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Jeff is my accountant, but he’s also a friend. I’d mentioned the couple to him the previous day.
I stood behind the counter, phone pressed to my ear, watching a regular customer hesitate at the door before turning away.
“Are you there?”
“I’m here,” I said. “What do you mean they didn’t just review me?”
“They posted videos on multiple platforms. Photos, too.
I’ve known you a long time, and I’ve eaten at your place more than once, so I’m assuming they edited them to make you look bad.”
“What?”
“I’ll send you a link.”
Jeff ended the call and sent links.
I looked through a photo carousel showing my food, looking terrible, and selfies of the influencers’ unhappy faces.
Things I knew we’d served perfectly had been moved around on the plates to look unappetizing.
Then I watched the video.
By the end of it, I was almost in tears.
The video opened with the café door swinging shut.
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