Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver

All of a sudden, Wilbur threw the pint of beer onto the floor. The bottle shattered upon impact, glass flying everywhere.

The supervisor walked over at once. "Is anything the matter, Sir?" "This is fake alcohol. Are you trying to take the piss out of me?" Wilbur asked coldly.

The supervisor stopped short before saying, "Sir, please watch what you say. All of our alcohol is purchased legally following all necessary procedures." "lI don't care! It's fake because I said it is. You're going to payten million dollars, or you can kiss this club goodbye." Wilbur sat down, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

The supervisor was stunned, only returning to his senses after sthad passed.

He then chuckled. "You aren't from here, are you, Sir?" "I'm not. What about it?" "I see. Well, it's just your luck that you cto a place where an attitude like this will only get you killed," the supervisor mocked.

to his feet, slapping the supervisor twice across

completely

"I make the rules here, got it? Getmy money if you don't want another beating right now!" The other staff members on duty realized something was off as well and rushed over to surround Wilbur. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt

all at once. However, Wilbur sent them all howling in pain

shouted, "Hey! Do you know who owns this place? Have you got a death wish, starting trouble like this?" "I don't care who this place belongs to. You're payingmy ten million

as he leaned back in

a thick layer of makeup and a red dress walked

had a mature vibe about

the beer was fake. You asked for a compensation of ten million dollars. Isn't that a bit much?" "l don't think so." "I guess you just clooking for trouble, huh?" "You've got that right." Haley's expression turned cold at Wilbur's words. "This nightclub belongs to Mister Ack. Are you sure you've thought this through?"