"Do you or do you not want to work her, Larrison?" My boss asked me and I fisted my fingers in anger as I glared at the man in front of me.
"For the last time, Sir, I am Lazarus Russell, not Larry, not Larrison and definitely not Landan. And I want to work because I need money. And I need money just like how you need money, Sir. And if you think you can bully me just because I want money to feed myself, you can take this job and shove it down your throat." I said, taking out my name-badge from the t-shirt I was wearing before throwing it across the table.
He looked at me, shocked. Not able to process how one of his employees can talk to him in a manner he doesn't approve. He couldn't believe I threw my name-badge belonging to his diner. To him it was his biggest insult. But for once, si
