“And for you Miss Greengrass?”

Astoria places her order and the waiter takes our menus and heads back to the kitchen.

“I wish for once we would get a waiter that just treated us like normal customers,” I say as I watch him walk through the doors to the back.

“But we’re not normal, Daph. Especially you; you and Father own half the company,” Astoria reminds me.

( Pansy and I both own ten percent of the company. )