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:

we will not fall victim to

your

pointed toward the dining room's

of open tables!

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supervisor insisted, dropping his voice in a show of

whining to his mother again, "Mom, this is useless. Let's just go

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

interjected smoothly. He reached into his suit jacket, pulled

a table on short notice up to five

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

card," he said, taking it

watched with undisguised greed. "Man, that card makes life way too easy. How do I

have to deposit a million dollars into the restaurant's account and use

"A million bucks,

but we're not throwing away

the supervisor confirmed

own shock long enough

both realized in that moment-money could bulldoze every

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

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

if it meant becoming the sacrifice, they had

honored guests," the supervisor said, voice bright and

stepped back and graciously motioned toward Florence

“Hmph! Hear that? Gold VIP! Next time,

lightly tapped the waiter's cheek in a

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

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

the rest of the staff could do nothing

dining room, they nearly

his mood

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

He stood his ground, arms folded, his

working

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