As his eyes swept across, another blonde woman spoke up, "Mr. Hanson, please."
She bent down, her professional smile and actions exuding expertise.
Lorraine Hanson raised an eyebrow, retracted his gaze, and walked straight into the cabin.
As he left, all three heaved a sigh of relief; the two blondes reached out and patted the still-standing Oriental woman beside them, looking helpless.
"I told you, trouble comes from the mouth, and you shouldn't speak recklessly. You've hit the jackpot by offending the young boss, Tracy, congratulations, you won the grand prize!"
Their half-joking words left the Oriental woman at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She forced a smile and felt like dying.
She realized she often spoke without a filter, saying whatever was on her mind, and often offending people without knowing it.
She didn't discriminate against gay people, believing in equality for all. She had no right to judge or comment on others, and last night, it was just a casual remark.
