The Almighty Dominance

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:

your punching bags, and we will not fall victim to

else to feed your ego-we

dining room's half-empty section and snorted.

there are plenty of open

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a show of contrition. "I'm sorry,

again, "Mom,

already here, and I refuse to waltz

Charles interjected smoothly. He reached into his suit jacket, pulled out

on short notice

widened. He'd handled all sorts of customers, but Gold VIP status

he said, taking it gingerly from Charles's

that card makes life way too easy. How do I get

if it was the simplest thing in the world. "It's not particularly complicated. You just have to deposit a million

choked laugh. "A

insane! We're well-off, but we're not throwing away that kind

supervisor confirmed

own shock long enough to nod at

realized in that moment-money could bulldoze every

to drop a million dollars, the staff had no choice but to roll out the

if the customer's sole desire was to gorge their insatiable ego, the staff was expected to serve with a

they had to

guests," the supervisor said, voice bright

stepped back and graciously motioned toward Florence and Jack. "After

that? Gold VIP! Next time, pay

he lightly tapped the waiter's cheek

said,

"Learn your place next time! Open your eyes and recogn. someone of standing when you see them!" She strode in, chest puffed out as though she

staff could do nothing but bow politely

toward a private dining room, they nearly bumped into Alex, who

mood darkening in an

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get a job here. Busboy, is it?"

flinch. He stood his ground, arms folded, his gaze locked onto Jack's

working