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:

be your punching bags, and we will not fall

feed your ego-we won't

the dining room's half-empty section and snorted.

plenty of open tables! Are you

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insisted, dropping his voice in a show of contrition.

started whining to his mother again, "Mom, this

already here, and I refuse

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

a table on short notice up to five times a year,

all sorts of customers, but Gold VIP status was on a whole different

let me verify the card," he said, taking it

greed. "Man, that card makes life way too easy.

shrugged, smiling as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "It's not particularly complicated. You just have

laugh. "A million bucks, just to eat

not throwing

the supervisor confirmed the

shock long

in that moment-money could bulldoze every obstacle, apparently including

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

desire was to gorge their insatiable ego, the staff was expected to serve with a smile,

it meant becoming the sacrifice, they had to ensure the guest

guests," the supervisor said, voice bright and

graciously motioned toward Florence

as he strutted past, chin held high. “Hmph! Hear that? Gold VIP! Next time, pay attention to who

he lightly tapped the waiter's cheek

sir. Right away, sir," the young waiter said, barely concealing

haughtily. "Learn your place next time! Open your eyes and recogn. someone of standing when

rest of the staff could do nothing but

they made their way toward a private dining room, they nearly bumped into

his mood

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Busboy, is it?" Jack

He stood his ground, arms folded, his gaze locked onto

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