The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 167

Jack's face contorted into an indignant scowl.

"Hey! Get me your manager-right now!" he snapped.

He punctuated his demand with a swift kick at the trembling young waiter sprawled on the floor. "I'm done dealing with amateurs!"

The startled rookie flinched, eyes wide with fear.

Before he could stammer out a response, his supervisor swiftly intervened, maintaining a practiced, polite smile as he helped the shaken waiter to his feet.

"My apologies, sir," the supervisor began.

"Our manager is currently attending to three other important guests. May I ask what seems to be the problem? I'm sure we can work something out."

Jack sneered, looking the supervisor up and down like he was lower than dirt. "Oh? And who exactly do you think you are, butting in here?"

“I'm his supervisor,” the man replied evenly, maintaining his composure.

"This young waiter is under my supervision. Allow me to offer you a ten percent discount on your entire bill to make up for the inconvenience."

Before Jack could respond, Florence-his mother-let out an exaggerated scoff.

"Ten percent? A measly ten percent? Do we look like our pride can be bought for a few cheap dollars off the bill?!” She shot the supervisor a contemptuous glare. "You really think so little of us?"

The supervisor exhaled, already sensing this was about more than just lunch.

These two were clearly out to feed their own oversized egos not just their stomachs.

"Ma'am, I truly apologize," he tried again, his voice calm.

"It's just that our establishment requires reservations. We're fully booked this time. Perhaps you could come back next time, and I'll personally arrange something more...generous."

Inwardly, the supervisor was already considering quietly blacklisting this family-he never wanted to serve them again if he could help it.

"No reservation?" Jack practically spat the words out. "Don't you realize who's standing right here with us? This is Mr. Charles Kingston! How dare you turn him away!"

"We regret the circumstances," the supervisor said as tactfully as possible. "But the tables are all accounted for. If there was an extra seat, we'd be happy to welcome Mr. Kingston to sample our cuisine."

He clamped down on what he really wanted to say:

not be your punching bags, and we will not

your ego-we won't

dining room's

plenty of

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his voice in a show of contrition. "I'm

again, "Mom,

at him. "We're already here, and I refuse to waltz out like a

interjected smoothly. He reached into his suit jacket, pulled out a sleek gold

a table on

He'd handled all sorts of customers, but Gold VIP status was on a whole

the card," he said, taking

that card makes life

the world. "It's not particularly complicated. You just have to deposit a million dollars

a choked laugh. "A million bucks,

throwing away that kind of

the supervisor confirmed

to contain his own shock long enough to nod at the

could

a million dollars, the staff had no choice

sole desire was to gorge their insatiable ego, the staff

sacrifice, they had to ensure the guest left satisfied-no matter the

guests," the supervisor said, voice bright and subservient in an

back and graciously motioned toward

Hear that? Gold VIP! Next time, pay attention to who you're dealing with," he hissed, throwing in a

insult, he lightly tapped the waiter's

sir. Right away, sir," the young waiter said, barely concealing the disgust trembling in his

eyes and recogn. someone of standing when you see them!" She

could do nothing but bow politely and plaster on

room, they nearly bumped into Alex, who was stepping out of one of the

his mood darkening in

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look who finally managed to get a job here. Busboy, is it?" Jack sneered, lounging back with smug satisfaction.

folded, his gaze locked onto Jack's with unwavering

working

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