ALDERON
“If we did know each other from prison, that’s in the past. I’m not interested in dragging that up. You should leave. If you keep bothering us, I’ll call security.”
Not long after, my assistant showed up. She glanced at me, trying to gauge the situation, then turned to the drunk guy.
“Sir, please don’t cause a scene in front of our store. If you have any complaints, direct them to me.” She nodded toward the store behind us as if she owned it.
The drunk guy looked offended. “You own this store? I’m not making a scene in your shop, and you can’t kick me out. I’ve got business around here.”
Then he glared at me, his eyes full of menace. “I’m not looking for trouble with you, but one thing you should know—once a coward, always a coward! What’s the point of acting tough in front of
