"What exactly is there to assist with?" I asked, keeping my tone steady even as I felt the subtle tension in the air shift around me.
"Anastasia, help me verify whether the wine allocation here is accurate," Naomi said loudly, her voice carrying through the space and drawing the attention—and quiet disapproval—of nearby staff. "As you know, not all who work in service positions maintain the highest standards."
Her words stirred irritation among the attendants nearby, their auras tightening in response, but I kept my composure despite the discomfort pressing against my instincts. Being addressed in such a manner in a public setting felt like an intentional challenge, one meant to unsettle rather than assist.
"I believe this establishment maintains strict standards," I replied evenly, suppressing the urge to react further. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."
