The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The dame was clearly not to be messed with. "Sure, let's go! What, are you scared?"

Even as the atmosphere tensed, an Audi A6 stopped outside.

A young man in a suit alighted, followed by a tall, slender pretty face with short hair and thick makeup.

"Hello, I believe we chatted online and agreed to my booking," the youth said. "Who's the landlady here?"

The dame ran up to him. "That would be me! Hurry on inside! Apologies for the mess, but these people are trying to steal your reservation, but I managed to fend them off."

"For real!?" the young man growled coolly.

"For real!" the dame quickly said. "But don't worry it's just a freakout. People like us working in the service industry have plenty of experience with that. How else would we make a living, y'know?"

The young man was clearly a fair person and was infuriated by the dame's goading.

Wheeling on Frank's group, he snapped, "Why don't you try another place if you can't get a booking? Why do you have to take it out on her?"

Jada strode up. "Is running your mouth all you can do? We never took it out

polite?! Just get out of here! You're not welcome

across the face, sending her flying into

bother to explain myself, but my boss is a man

chat log with the dame on her phone. "Our booking was made earlier than yours, and we paid a premium on top of that, but that bitch changed

ma'am. I snapped at you without knowing the whole story, and that's on me. Please

press the issue and instead wheeled on the dame. "remember that mug yours Over

the rest

in exasperation as she looked at the crowds around

that far? You've really done it now-sure, you managed to show off, but

grievances against the dame aside, why should they leave

just pitch a tent! I'm sure camping would feel more

nodded while

Ms. Ingram, but I won't bail-Mr. Frankton left this matter in my hands, and I'll see it

this up, I'm