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?"

strode up. "Is running your mouth all you

polite?! Just get out of here! You're not welcome here!" the dame yelled,

slapped the dame across the face, sending her flying into

"I usually wouldn't bother to explain myself, but

the young man the chat log with the dame on her phone. "Our booking was made earlier than yours, and

quickly said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I snapped at you without

did not press the issue and instead wheeled on the dame. "remember that mug yours Over the

and the

she looked

far? You've really done it now-sure, you managed

the dame aside, why should

could break out. "We could just pitch a tent! I'm sure camping

nodded

this matter in my hands, and I'll see it through. Otherwise, some people

goddamn right. If you screw this up, I'm not letting slip the