"I'm not joking with you." I sneered. "If you think 31,000 dollars isn’t much, then I'll give you more until you're willing to do it."
The level of consumption in Whaldorf City was high, s o even wages were much higher than in other cities. Even so, this manager’s monthly salary would not exceed 47,000 dollars.
He needed to pay off his mortgage and car loan every month. If he had a wife and kids, then he would have t o pay for their living expenses too. Hence, there would not be much money left every month. 31,000 dollars was certainly no small amount for him.
"I didn't offend you, did I, Miss?" The manager looked sullen. "You were the one who started the fight and I helped you to chase that guest away because you're with Mr. Schuman. You shouldn't be giving me trouble now."
I started the fight?
I laughed. "You’re the hall manager, right?”
He nodded.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest and looked indifferently at him.
"This is The Imperial Club, one of the most reputable clubs in Whaldorf City-not one of those random places you go out there. Miss Sara may be working here, but she didn’t sell herself to you. She’s your employee, not your slave. Now that she ran into problems at work, shouldn't you, as the manager, be the first to intervene? Are the employees in The Imperial Club there for you to scold and beat as you wish? If that's the case, am I permitted to beat you now too? And you can't say anything about that, right?"
After a pause, I continued, "We’re a society ruled by law. She came here to sell beer, not her body. If it's wrong for her to refuse a person who tried to force himself onto her, am I allowed to call the police and report it?"
After hearing what I said, the manager glanced at Sara. I frowned.
Why did he look at Sara?
Before I could figure out the answer, the manager raised his intercom. "I need some men over here."
In less than a few seconds, a few bodyguards ran over.
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