Chapter 14

*Andrea*

I am standing in front of a table. Behind it is a man in his late fifties sitting behind a laptop with several files piled on the side. The broken bottle was very expensive. It costs over five thousand dollars. I'd have left the drink for Mr. Blonde if I had known it cost this much.

“Is there any need to be here? She broke the bottle, so she should pay; why was I called in, too?” Mr. Blonde asked. I looked at him, scoffed, and crossed my hands. He didn't look pissed, he was calm.

The only chair in this tiny office was offered to him. He sat with one leg over the other. Total disrespect to the pretty girl in front of him. “Mr. Hump, you know better than anyone that I hate being dragged for what I know nothing of,” he said sternly, now facing Mr. Hump, whose hands were shaking, and he kept placing one hand over the other to hide it.

“Don't try to force him to make any stupid decision,” I said. “What? Something you know nothing of? Are you drunk, or did you hit your head some