The crystal chandelier glistened above the long mahogany dining table, casting a warm glow over the fine china and silver cutlery.
Margaret: Girl, hurry up with that wine! You’re keeping my guests waiting.
Evelyn: I am bringing the bottle right away, ma'am.
Margaret: Make sure you pour it correctly this time. You servants never seem to get proper training these days.
Evelyn: The wine is poured, ma'am. Is there anything else you require for the meal?
Margaret: Just step back and do your job properly. Serve us well, because after all, that is exactly what you are here for.
Evelyn paused, setting the glass bottle down gently onto the polished wood table.
Evelyn: I believe you are severely mistaken, ma'am.
Margaret: Excuse me? Did you just talk back to me? Who on earth do you think you are?
Evelyn: I am the owner of this house, and starting today, you will never set foot in here again.
A sudden silence fell over the entire dining room as the guests froze in utter shock.
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