Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 Clues. Really. So don't sue. Please?

Me: Natalie, do the disclaimer.

Natalie: I have far more important things to do than to help measly peasants do their disclaimer.

Me: What if, this peasant, who is actually NOT a peasant, offers you a piece of caviar toast for a disclaimer done in this place where only God knows when you will be able to taste caviar toast again?

Natalie: I probably would, then.

Me: …

Natalie: …

Me: Well, what are you waiting for?

Natalie: WickedWickedMe does not own the 39 Clues and any characters appearing in this story, apart from Callie and a few random others. Happy? Give me caviar toast NOW!

Me: Sheesh, you gotta learn to be more patient … (Gives Natalie a piece of caviar toast.) On with the story!

Natalie: Kabra's get whatever they want whenever they want! Patience is not needed.

Natalie POV.

The café owner was probably in his late forties or early fifties, I thought, doing a quick assessment. He was wearing an Armani suit, something Ian would wear. It was just that, somehow, he didn't manage to pull it off like Ian did. We Kabra's were just fantastic like that. Ian said that the cafés he owned were so successful; he opened up a chain of cafes almost everywhere. Needless to say, he was rather wealthy, just not as affluent as Ian and me.

When I met him, he told me that he wanted to assess me on my responsiveness, open mindedness, quick wittedness, intelligence, general knowledge, and other bloody craptastic things to see how well I could deal with customers. I never knew that waitresses had to be intelligent. I thought they just had to prance around acting cute and bimbotic. And I was not happy about it. It was not that I couldn't clear the assessment, given my Lucian training and all, but I had never needed to do anything like this before. And I was now acting like a peasant because of an assignment.

On my ears, I wore a pair of ruby earrings acquired from the Lucian Weapon/Poison Arsenal. Other gems were available, of course, but I decided on rubies because they would complement my skin tone nicely. The earring on my right ear was actually a mic, which I could use to communicate with Ian (he could hear what was going on) while the other earring was a poison. An amnesiac, to be exact. It could knock someone out for eight hours straight, and it dissolved in water. I tried it on Alan Tolliver once, and let's just say that the results were rather… interesting.

"So, I take it that you are Natalie."

"Yes Mr…" I tried to sound enthusiastic, while I was actually seething. Natalie Kabra never needed to address anyone by "Mr."

"Tolliver. My name is Jason Tolliver."

I heard Ian spit out a mouthful of something he was drinking. Perrier, probably.

"Yes Mr. Tolliver." Wait, didn't Alan Tolliver share the same last name? Was Jason Tolliver his dad or something? I knew it! I had always been 100% sure Alan was a Vesper. I strongly suspected Jason Tolliver was a Vesper already. Now I couldn't wait to try the amnesiac on him.

"Relax, brother." I quietly murmured out of the corner of my mouth.

"I AM relaxed!" Ian said indignantly.

An awkward silence ensued between Senior Tolliver and me.

"So! We can start the assessment." I nodded mutely at him. Ian would help me if I needed it.

"I shall say a word, and I will check your responsiveness and such. Tell me what the words mean."

That dipstick. Was. Wasting. My. Time. I could be eating caviar on toast!

"Janus-faced"

"Two faced, hypocritical, deceitful."

"Lucian."

Bloody! This guy was definitely a Vesper.

Ian said into my ear through the mic/earring "Lucian of Samosata was a famous rhetorician and satirist, noted for his witty and scoffing nature." I gladly repeated after him. I didn't know who Lucian of Samosata was. Heck I was surprised Ian knew who he was. In any case, Tolliver looked impressed, so…

"Madrigal"

"My music harmony class. A Madrigal is a secular music composition of the renaissance and early Baroque eras." Was I glad I paid attention during my music classes!

I realized that Tolliver wasn't giving me an assessment; he was testing my reaction to phrases associated with Cahills. Fortunately, my Lucian lessons paid off, and I hadn't faltered or hesitated.

"Well done Natalie," Ian said through the earring/mic. I loved those earrings. And they were so fashionable.

"Well done Natalie. You may start work, Callie will help you. Is that alright?"

"Yes Mr. Tolliver." I resisted the urge to take out my dart gun and shoot him dead.

Tolliver went out of the room as a blonde, petite girl entered.

"You are Natalie, right?" She said to me, smiling.

"Yes, and you are Callie, I presume?"

"Yep. You wear the uniform well. Are you a British? Because you have a British accent."

"Oh yes. This is my first waitressing job." I said, already warming up to this girl, Callie. However, I was still unhappy and unwilling to serve others. Serving peasants were so beneath a Kabra.

Callie handed me a pen, a notepad and a tray. "Those are your tables," she told me, pointing at a nearby partition with a few tables. "Just take their orders, collect them from the kitchen when they are ready, serve them," I shuddered at the word "serve." "Finally, collect the tips! Those are the best part." Callie smiled brightly at me.

What the hell were "tips?"

***** "My God what is that smell?""It's called fresh air." Ian and Sinead, the 39 Clues. *****

"Well sister, tips are cash that customers leave on tables for their waitresses in America, to subsidize their hourly wages. But do bear in mind that customers are not obligated to leave tips, but they will usually do so if the service is good." Ian said, obviously sensing my confusion.

Oh, so those were tips. That was good to know. Why couldn't those Americans just follow the British way of inducing a service charge? It was so inconvenient!

Good, so now I just had one last thing to do: Check if the café sold Perrier mineral water and caviar on toast.

A/N: I was able to finish this really quickly! Internet service and electronic devices are not accessible for me from the 7th to the 10th so, I cannot write drafts and post them. IM SO SORRY! (*dodges rotten tomato*)I will try to update once more before the 7th, so stay tuned! Hoped you all liked the story. Now to reply some reviewers…

Dream. Love. Smile. : Here's the next chapter! Thanks for your support and your reviews!

Addictedtoreading9: ;D Thanks. They are my favourite quotes. By the way, Natalie will still be complaining about how God knows when she will next be able to taste caviar on toast.

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