I approach John Zielinski. He’s just a few yards away from me now. He swivels in my direction and gives me a nasty smirk. “Wow! Who’s this beautiful little piece? Is she one of those employees you like to mix work and play with? I know you like your own ‘personal’ members of staff.”
Well, it’s official! This guy’s a class A jerk. Pissing people off must be a hobby of his. But I’m not going to let this happen.
“Don’t talk to my employees like that. I’ll be forced to have you removed from the property if you continue.” James asserts.
I’m not going to let this go. “For a couple of seconds back there, I thought you were a client, John. But I’m so glad you’re not. Otherwise, I’d have been forced to deal with you. And not in a good way, I can assure you. Well, if you’re bored, you could wash
