The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Wait, don't pay your respects." Frank waved the Blue Fangs off. "I'm not interested in becoming a gang leader. Just watch yourselves and stay out of trouble."

Then, handily grabbing Ted's mohawk and shaking it, Frank said, "Also, clean up your act. I will make arrangements for everyone to be given a set of uniform-starting today, you are all employees of Lanecorp's health and security department!"

"What?" Ted exclaimed, not quite understanding what was happening.

"What do you mean, 'what'?! Do you have something to say about that?" Frank demanded, glaring pointedly at the thugs.

Most of them were quickly kneeling out of gratitude. The thug life was not at all their dream, since most of them were just scraping by. They simply had the poor fortune of an unfortunate birth, lack of education, and skill.

As such, while some were resistant to the idea of being recruited by a major company, most of them appeared hopeful.

One of them even mustered his courage and asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Lawrence... but do we get paid?"

"Of course-what do you think?" Frank snorted. "You're all covered for everything, there'll be incentives, and your meals are covered. There's maternity leave too, in case you're thinking about having kids!" The thugs all laughed at his joke, and the vibes were immediately cheerful.

Ted. "So? What do you

as the dregs of society if not for lack of education and

Ted's

no, no..." Ted quickly flashed an awkward grin. "Just call

but already tactful and experienced. "Good. Then the Blue Fangs and

enthusiastically, though it still

would just be a glorified

raised a brow at him, while pointing at Helen. "See, your pay and merits are all up to this

said. "The Blue Fangs...