Chapter 12 - the arrogant drunk
Harper calmly stepped out of the kitchen, the majestic demeanor of an executive director radiating strongly. She approached the drunk man's table, asking him to keep quiet so as not to disturb the other diners.
"Who the hell are you to order me around?" the man roared, his eyes bloodshot. He swung his arm, knocking a glass of expensive red wine straight onto Harper's pristine white shirt. The bright red stain spread like a bloody wound.
The atmosphere in the restaurant instantly froze. The security guards were about to rush in, but Harper raised her hand to stop them. She didn't want to use violence, trying to resolve it with professionalism. But her patience only made the man more smug.
He stepped forward, intending to grab Harper by the collar. "A lowly waitress who just got promoted dares to lecture me? Today I'll teach you some manners!"
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But before his dirty hand could touch Harper, a giant hand, hard as cold steel, heavily tattooed, suddenly grabbed his wrist from behind, squeezing so hard a dry sound of bone cracking echoed. The grim reaper had truly descended.
👉 read part 13 to see the ruthless punishment.
