On Fire

Chapter 3 Got Into Trouble

I finally understood why Molly who would always snatch the VIP rooms from me would generously give

me this room. She knew that these people were ruffians.

The ladies in the rooms all worked under me. If something happened, I would lose my position as the

manager and might be getting myself into some trouble.

Things were getting rowdy in the room. A few men yanked some girls forcefully over with a nasty smile

on their face.

These bastards!

I was going crazy. I glanced to the side and saw a half-broken bottle of alcohol by the trash can. I

picked it up without hesitation. The part where it broke off was sharp as a blade and was flickering Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

under the faint light.

“Don’t touch me, let go of me. Let go of me!”

The crying and pleading noises coming from the room was making me rage. The fatso sounded so

haughty and bossy, he was ordering his bootlicking underlings to be as rough as they wanted to.

I knew that they were shit-faced and hence any rational words wouldn’t go through them right now.

The hatred in my soul was burning. I held the broken bottle and stomped into the room angrily.

“Barbara!”

The ladies all hid behind me the moment they saw me. I was like a hen protecting her chicks as I put

my hand up, protecting them from the front. My nose stung seeing the terrified look on their faces.

“Go out!”

“Yes!”

The fatso was stunned because I suddenly barged in. He didn’t say anything to stop them. The ladies

were smart and they quickly ran out of the room.

I could smell blood in the air in the room. The 8 men before me had completely lost it. I put on my best

service smile and hid the broken bottle behind me.

“Good evening, I’m the manager and my name is Barbara Cox. I apologize for the interruption, if you

need anything else...”

Wham!

Before I could finish my sentence, someone slapped me in the face. It was the fat guy. His eyes were

bloodshot.

“Who the fuck are you? Why did you let the girls out? You sure are gutsy, ain’t it? I am the customer

here and the customer is king! Go make them all come back, I’m going to make them lick my boots and

apologize!”

This bastard was not just joking around. My heart hurt thinking about how scared the girls looked. I

wanted to protect them with all my might.

I touched my swollen cheek and tried to put on my best smile. I bowed to the bastard and said, “Sir,

you should feel better now that you hit me. They are young and still naïve, please do forgive them. I’m

their manager and it’s my fault if they did something wrong.”

The fatso looked at me eerily, his smirked sent a shiver down my spine. He reached out his fat hand

and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up to him.

“So, you’re the manager?”

“Yes!”

“You’re quite good looking. If you want to apologize on their behalf, put out a more sincere offer. Do you

know what I want the most now?” He pointed at himself as he let me go.