Revenge Is Best Served Hot
But now, that charm flitting in the wind seemed to slap me in the face.
I ripped the good luck charm off the plant and lit it on fire before tossing it into the drain.
"Mr. Leeds, when are you going to pay us the 300 dollars in compensation?"
A familiar voice rang out from behind me.
I turned and saw Yves, flanked by a group of workers, walking toward me like he was the king of the world.
Steve shouted, "Yeah! How much money have you greedily made off of us over the years? Now, you can't even compensate us? What a dirty, rotten businessman you are!"