In a restaurant, a homeless young girl said to a wealthy patron, “Don’t eat THAT.” I noticed your wife added something to it.
The whole room froze in terror in a matter of seconds, even though he didn’t believe her.

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She was thinking about food and warmth. Perhaps she would discover some bread. Perhaps fortune would favor her once more. Her footsteps led her to the restaurant’s back yard, where food scraps were frequently thrown. There was always the smell of warm bread and fried meat. She thought that life might be a little bit simpler because of that scent.

No matter what, she resolved to make it there.
Emily pulled herself into the rear parking lot of the restaurant. Dumpsters were constantly parked here, releasing delicious food smells, so she was familiar with this area of the city.

It seemed like a little island of hope here. Even though she was exhausted, a small feeling of happiness came over her—perhaps today would be her lucky day. She checked to make sure nobody was around.

Children like her were frequently steered away by restaurant employees who yelled, threatened, and occasionally even shoved them. To avoid being seen, Emily ducked next to one of the bins and pulled her old hood down over her face. She began searching through the garbage.

Her fingers touched food scraps, plastic wrappers, and damp paper. A few minutes later, her hand made contact with a solid object. Emily produced a tiny morsel of bread.

It was almost whole, still in its wrapper. She let out a sigh of relief as her heart raced. It was her opportunity to quell the hunger that was eating away at her.

Fearing that someone would steal the bread, she hurriedly stuffed it into her pocket. If other children saw it, she knew they wouldn’t think twice about stealing it. She looked at the bin and considered doing a little more searching because perhaps there was more to discover.

Abruptly, though, her happiness dimmed. She had the impression that someone was observing her. Anxiously, she glanced at the restaurant window.

Behind the glass, a gentle yellow glow radiated, and shadows shifted in time with the bustling kitchen. Emily froze as she heard the workers’ footsteps and the clinking of plates. She felt uneasy about the location, but none of them looked outside.

She became acutely aware of the kitchen window’s slight opening. She approached stealthily and took a look inside. Everything was spotless and glowed in the intense lighting.

Chefs with white aprons walked among bubbling pots. Everything appeared normal at first, but Emily sensed a strange anxiety mingling with her earlier joy. She leaned against the chilly brick wall and looked through the open window.

Everything inside hummed with activity: waiters hurried by carrying trays, chefs bent over stoves, and chefs plated food on long counters. Snippets of conversation mixed with the clatter of pans and knives. Everything appeared to be going as usual.

Abruptly, however, a woman entered the kitchen. Emily noticed right away.
In contrast to the staff’s drab uniforms, her red dress was striking.
Her posture exuded confidence, and her high heels clicked on the tile.
It was Victoria Adams, the wife of Robert Adams, a famous businessman.
She had previously appeared in torn-up magazines that Emily had discovered in dumpsters.

Emily stopped. What a woman like her was doing in a hot, noisy kitchen baffled her. Individuals like that didn’t approach such locations, much less observe the hustle of the workers.

However, Victoria appeared to be well-versed in her field. With assurance, she approached a table where a chef was finishing a sophisticated dish. Victoria looked around to see if anyone else was looking, and Emily watched.

The woman swiftly took a tiny bottle out of her purse as the chef moved aside to speak with a waiter.
The light bounced off the dark glass, making it glint in her hands.
Emily tried to see what she was doing by leaning closer.

Victoria dripped a few drops of the dark liquid onto the food after unscrewing the cap. Her hands moved without hesitation and steadily. She then put the bottle back in her purse, closed it, and left as if nothing had happened.

Her expression stayed composed, even content. Emily felt her heart tighten.
She became aware that something horrible had just happened to her.

This was not an error.
Poison was what she had seen.
She was aware that Victoria had tainted the food, and this was no laughing matter.

Emily was now aware that the dish, which had exquisitely arranged meat and garnish, was a deadly trap, even though it still looked delicious.
She whispered, feeling her insides freeze, “It’s poison.”

Robert Adams glanced down at the disheveled young girl near his table.
With her tangled hair and dirt-smudged cheeks, she couldn’t have been older than ten, but he couldn’t help but notice the seriousness in her large green eyes.

He said, “What are you saying, child?” in a low voice.
The sophisticated diners surrounded them, clinking silverware and champagne glasses as they carried on with their conversations.

Emily pointed to the plate containing the exquisitely adorned steak and reiterated, “Your wife put poison in that food.”
Through the kitchen window, I caught a glimpse of her. She filled a tiny black bottle with something.

Robert turned to face Victoria, who was strolling elegantly between tables after using the restroom.
As usual, she looked stunning, with her red dress enveloping her ideal figure, flawless makeup, and a radiant smile as she greeted friends and acquaintances.

He gently pushed the girl away and remarked, “I think you’re mistaken.” “Leave before I call security,” I said.

Emily, however, clenched her fists and refused to back down.
She pleaded, “Please.” “Avoid eating it. I witnessed her actions.

Victoria arrived at the table at that precise moment. Her smile froze for a split second as her gaze fell on the girl.

Her face was forced back into a sweet expression as she asked, “Who is this… child?”

“A beggar,” Robert answered, although his tone had changed.
His gaze shifted from his wife’s face to the plate.

Victoria gestured to a waiter and said, “Security should be called.” “It’s unbelievable that they allow homeless children to disturb the patrons.”

Emily gave her a direct look.

She said, clearly and loudly enough for the tables around her to hear, “Why did you poison his food?”

Talk ceased.
A nearby waiter stopped in his tracks.

“What is this nonsense?” Victoria’s laugh sounded fake. “Tell her to go, Robert!”

Suspicion began to creep in as Robert continued to stare at his plate.
His marriage had been more of a convenience union, so he had never considered his wife to be affectionate, but to poison him?

He pushed it in her direction and said, “Perhaps we should switch plates.”

Victoria resisted the dish and said, “Don’t be silly.”
“A street kid over your own wife is unbelievable!”

Robert pushed the plate closer and said, “Then eat it yourself.”

Now there was silence in the restaurant.
Everyone was watching them.

With trembling hands, Victoria yelled, “I’m not eating your steak.” “I ordered a salad already.”

Robert sliced a piece of steak and presented it on his fork, saying, “I insist.”
“Just a single bite. Show that the girl is telling lies.

Victoria’s expression changed.
Her eyes widened in desperation as the color left her cheeks.

Without touching the fork, she muttered, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Robert rose slowly and loomed over the table.

“Victoria, how long have you been organizing this? You want me dead for how long?

“I have no idea what you’re discussing!” She yelled, getting to her feet and toppling her chair.

Robert gave a waiter a signal.
Calmly, he said, “Call the police.” “And keep this plate as proof.”

Two men at adjacent tables stopped Victoria’s escape attempt.
That evening, Emily would discover that one of them was the chief inspector of the city.

Emily was still standing shakily by the table when Robert turned to her in the ensuing confusion.

“Child, what is your name?”

“Emily,” she said in a whisper.

“Emily, do you have any family?”

She gave a headshake.

“Anyone?”

One more shake.

Robert gazed at the young child who had just unintentionally saved his life.
He took his wallet out and gave her a business card and all the money in it.

He remarked, “Emily, you’re brave.” “Please visit this address first thing tomorrow. I believe I can provide you with a more fulfilling job than picking through trash.

Emily sat at a table in the same restaurant three years later, but this time she was a visitor rather than an intruder.
Her tangled hair was now neatly tied back, and she wore a simple yet elegant dress.

From the other side of the table, Robert Adams, who was now her legal guardian, grinned at her.

He proudly remarked, “Did I ever tell you that I grew up in an orphanage?” “Perhaps that’s why I recognized you when I saw you that evening.”

Emily grinned. She enjoyed hearing the story again even though she had heard it before.

“You saved more than just my life,” Robert added. “You reminded me to look past people’s appearances and see them for who they truly are.”

Victoria Adams, who is currently serving time for attempted murder, was only a faint memory in the restaurant’s corner.
Once searching through trash for crumbs, Emily was now an honor student at the top high school in the city and the heir apparent to Robert’s business empire.

Robert used to say, “You never know where salvation will come from.”
“It sometimes comes from people the world totally ignores.”

That night, when her bravery overcame her fear, Emily realized that her life had changed forever as she looked around the restaurant where she had previously been unwelcome and at the people who were now treating her with respect.