DAHLIA "Your permission?" Zac's words were slowly uttered, anger coating them. "Since when do I need your permission to give someone a job in my restaurant, Millie?!"

"All the staff here came through me." She continued in her defense. "You always said I can employ and sack whoever I want. You discussed the growth of this establishment with me. You never made a decision without my knowledge. And if I said someone wasn't good enough, you didn't bother with them. When you gave her the job, I was ...