Harold’s face lost color. He swallowed hard. “What? I would never!”
“HAROLD!” Lilian snapped, every word a hammer. “Your death certificate is being printed right now.” Her voice dropped to a viper’s hiss. “If you do not resolve this instantly and ensure his complete satisfaction, I WILL PERSONALLY ENSURE that you, your entire staff, and every member of your immediate family are FIRED, BANKRUPTED, AND RUINED by the end of the week. You have two minutes.”
Terror ran down the manager's spine as he was completely drenched in sweat. "Y-Yes. I will handle this immediately,” he stammered, voice thin.
David, the personal assistant to the manager, arrived, and he immediately spotted Zara.
“Madam Zara!” he shuddered as he ran to her.
He bowed and they glanced at Michael. “What is the meaning o
