\u201cWho the heck are you? And why haven\u2019t I seen you before?\u201d Nathan questioned, his brow furrowed and his hands clasped on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Catherine, sir,\u201d Catherine replied trembling. \u201cI-I was hired only two weeks ago, so I haven\u2019t been around for very long.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOK, well, just for you to know, you\u2019re fired, Catherine!\u201d Nathan announced blatantly. \u201cCome tomorrow and collect your severance pay, and yeah, I\u2019ll sign your termination letter!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? Please, sir,\u201d she looked up at him, pleading. \u201cI-I will be more careful! I beg you, don\u2019t fire me! How about I-I work off the restaurant\u2019s expenses to pay for the customer\u2019s lunch?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOut of the question!\u201d Nathan leaned back in his chair, scanning her, noticing her shaking hands and frail figure. \u201cHow old are you, Catherine? 60? 65?\u201d he sighed. \u201cLook, I don\u2019t care who hired you, but we don\u2019t need waiters this age, alright? You\u2019re TOO OLD, got it?! Someone like you can turn off customers. Out of my office. NOW!\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan didn\u2019t even notice the tears in Catherine\u2019s eyes or how her face fell as she walked out of his office.<\/p>\n
The next day, he was about to sign her release papers, but then his attention was drawn to her last name.<\/p>\n
\u201cWilkinson\u2026Wilkinson\u2026.\u201d Catherine\u2019s last name jogged Nathan\u2019s memory. \u201cCatherine Wilkinson\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the name for a moment, the gears in his mind turning. He grabbed his phone, hands shaking slightly as he scrolled through his contacts. He finally landed on the number he was looking for and hit call.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, Nathan? What\u2019s up?\u201d a deep voice answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad,\u201d Nathan replied, his voice tinged with urgency. \u201cI need to ask you something. Do you know a Catherine Wilkinson?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a long pause on the other end before his father responded. \u201cNathan, where did you hear that name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe works\u2014worked\u2014at my restaurant. I fired her yesterday. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNathan, listen to me carefully,\u201d his father said, his voice now serious. \u201cCatherine Wilkinson is the woman who saved your life when you were a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan\u2019s heart skipped a beat. \u201cWhat? What do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cWhen you were a newborn, there was a fire in our house,\u201d his father explained. \u201cYour mother and I were out, and Catherine was our neighbor. She rushed in and pulled you out before the fire department even arrived. She saved your life, Nathan.\u201d
\nNathan felt the color drain from his face as he recalled the frail woman he had dismissed so callously. \u201cOh my god,\u201d he whispered, guilt flooding his chest. \u201cI had no idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to make this right,\u201d his father urged. \u201cYou owe her everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan didn\u2019t waste another second. He drove to Catherine\u2019s house, his mind racing with how he could possibly make amends for his mistake. When he arrived, he knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his chest.<\/p>\n
Catherine answered, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw him. \u201cMr. Evans?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCatherine, I am so sorry,\u201d Nathan began, his voice trembling. \u201cI had no idea who you were. My father told me everything. I am so ashamed of how I treated you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Catherine looked at him, her expression softening but still guarded. \u201cIt\u2019s alright, Mr. Evans. You didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, it\u2019s not alright,\u201d Nathan insisted. \u201cPlease, come back to the restaurant. I promise you will be treated with the respect you deserve. We owe you so much.\u201d<\/p>\n
Catherine hesitated, then nodded slowly. \u201cAlright, Mr. Evans. I\u2019ll come back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. \u201cThank you, Catherine. And please, call me Nathan.\u201d<\/p>\n
As he drove Catherine back to the restaurant, Nathan felt a profound sense of gratitude and determination. He vowed to never let his prejudices cloud his judgment again and to always remember the woman who had once saved his life, now given a second chance to be a part of his world.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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