He Claimed My Aunt, I Called His Bluff
At the company's gathering, everyone has the right to order for themselves.
When it's my turn, however, the new intern, Hayden Belmont, snatches the menu from me.
"The order's complete, so there's no need to order anything else."
I merely ignore Hayden as I tell the server, "I'd like some continental herb-baked snails, please."
But Hayden slams the menu at my face while glaring at me angrily.
"I said you're not allowed to order! Who do you think you are, huh?"
The hard edge of the menu leaves a scratch on my face. Blazing pain is all I feel at the moment, which fuels my temper even more.
So, I pick up the menu and throw it back at Hayden's face. He's quick to shriek and yell at me in
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