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162 Chapter 162

162 Chapter 162

Seraphina’s POV 1

My heart was racing now. This was escalating fast, and I was alone behind the counter with no backup in sight.

“I need to call my manager, or the police,” I said, reaching for the phone.

He reached across the counter, grabbing for my shirt. I jerked backward, but not fast enough. His fingers caught the fabric, yanking me

forward.

“Let go of me!” I shouted.

“I’ll let go when I’m damn good and ready!”

I grabbed his wrist with both hands and twisted hard, using his own momentum against him. He yelped and released my shirt, stumbling

backward.

“What the hell-”

“Touch me again and you’ll regret it,” I said, my voice cold as winter.


He stared at me for a moment, probably trying to process the fact that the scared little cashier had just made him back down. Then his

expression shifted to something ugly and dangerous.

“You attacked me! I’m calling the cops! I’m suing this store! I’m suing YOU personally!”

Before I could respond, Gary appeared from the back office like a genie summoned by trouble. His face was already flushed with stress,

his tie askew.

“What’s going on out here?” he demanded.

“Your employee attacked me!” the man shouted immediately. “I was trying to pay for my stuff and she went crazy! Grabbed my arm,

twisted it! I think she sprained something!”

Gary’s eyes went wide with panic. “Sir, I’m so sorry! Please, let’s talk about this calmly-”

up his wrist like he was displaying a war wound. “Look at this! She could have broken it! I might

attention!”

what happened,” I

on me. “Don’t say


turned back to the customer with the kind of groveling smile that made

let me

apologize, offer free merchandise, and

every second of attention. He claimed his wrist hurt, his back

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162 Chapter 162

beer and lottery tickets–Gary

“My office. Now.”

office felt like a death march. Other employees watched with sympathy and curiosity as I passed. Mia’s register stood empty, a reminder of how I’d ended

the

“Sit down,” he ordered.


I sat.

you thinking?” he exploded. “Putting your hands on a customer? Are

first,” I

you on

was protecting myself,”

protection just cost this store a lot of money,” Gary snapped. “That card reader he

The merchandise I had to give him to calm him down? Also your paycheck.

to corporate,

mouth fell open.

serious. The damage comes to about three hundred dollars. I’ll take it

I didn’t have. Money I needed for

said, hating how desperate I sounded. “I can’t afford that. You know

of that before you decided to play wrestling with a


out of me. “I was covering for her!

another date-”

in this office,” Gary said coldly. “I see you. You were behind that register when this

responsible.”

“That’s not fair!”

You want to keep this job

the air like a threat. I thought about my empty apartment. My dwindling bank account. The stack of

on my

“I want to keep the

No more complaints about Mia, no more

or you can find somewhere else

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