Everyone Laughed As She Was Escorted Out. But They Didn't Know She Owned The Place

Amidst all this, Maria stood behind the counter. She caught my eye and offered a small, apologetic smile. Her expression was kind, as if silently saying, "I’m sorry you have to go through this." Despite her warm demeanor, she remained firmly behind the counter, not daring to intervene. She understood the boundaries of her role in this bizarre scenario and chose to show support in the only way she could—through a simple gesture.