At that moment Mr Langford footsteps echoed through the tense silence as he marched toward the waiter, his eyes burning with fury.
His sharp voice cut through the air like a whip.
"Who told you to do this?"
Upon hearing what Mr Langford he trembled.
His mouth opened, but no words came out.
His legs shook, his hands fidgeting at his sides, his face drenched in sweat.
without being told he knew he had been exposed.
There was no escape.
However before he could even muster a response—
"SLAP!"
Mr.Langford's palm struck across his face, the sharp sound reverberating through the room.
The force made the waiter's head snap to the side, his cheek burning red from the impact.
Immediately hasps filled the room.
However before the waiter could regain his balance, the manager's leg lashed out—
"THUD!"
At that moment the waiter stumbled backward, his knees hitting the floor with a painful thud.