They Framed My Daughter, I Fought Them AllChapter 1
My daughter went to my Seafood Buffet Restaurant with her classmates for dinner.
As the evening grew dark, I went to pick her up, only to hear the receptionist yanking at her collar and shouting:
“Cheap little brat, never been to a high-end buffet before? Don’t you know the drinks here can’t be taken out?”
“Thieving little slut, back in the day they’d have cut your hand off for this!”
“Our restaurant loses money every month, all because of people like you!”
My daughter, Sophie Miller, turned pale with fear and tried to explain:
“I didn’t steal anything. This drink is from earlier today. My mom gave it to me to take to school.”
The receptionist snapped back viciously:
“A kid this young already lying? This drink is imported, over three hundred dollars a bottle. You think you can afford it?”
She raised her hand to strike Sophie, but I rushed forward to block her and shouted:
“Stop! What right do you have to hit my daughter?”
The receptionist looked me up and down, then spat:
“No wonder you raised a thief, protecting her like that.”
Shaking with rage, I forced myself to dial the manager’s number: