Yulian shakes his head. “Classic Anton. Only he can be an asshole and still get whatever he wants.”
“He’s not getting me,” I snap defensively.
Yulian just laughs. “From what I hear, he already has.”
Then the bastard has the audacity to saunter away. I’m halfway to walking after him, just to defend myself, when I get a faceful of Douglas.
“Jesus!” I cry out, narrowly avoiding a collision with my boss.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demands with so much calm that it actually unnerves me. If we weren’t in front of the guests, he’d be screaming.
“It’s one thing to have a conversation with a guest. But to get into a confrontation with—”
“I’d hardly call that a confrontation.”
“I am still speaking,” he hisses, cutting me off. “You will do your rounds and refrain from speak
