You mistook me for someone else.

Abigail went to dinner after the team meeting with the branch manager of the hotel and the other team members.

The private chamber where the team dinner took place exuded an atmosphere of subdued elegance. Soft lighting illuminated the room, casting a warm glow over the richly adorned walls and the polished wooden table at the center. The air was filled with the fragrance of delectable cuisine served on exquisite china plates.

Abigail sat among her team members, the cutlery clinking against plates.

The branch manager, a man in his forties, exuded an air of confidence as he took center stage. Handsome and well-groomed, he seized every opportunity to praise himself and bask in the admiration of those around him. He discussed how he worked hard for the hotel and gave himself credit for it becoming one of the top five in the city.