The company’s newly arrived beauty CEO fired me in front of everyone. Smiling, I handed her a security guard’s cap. “Miss, your father used to open car doors for me. Now it’s your turn to hand me the keys.”
“You worthless security guard, how dare you bring up my father?” The next second, a hundred men in black suits surged out behind her.
I took off my cap and sighed. “I forgot to mention, back when your father was still wearing split-crotch pants, I’d gotten into more fights than he’d eaten meals.”
Five seconds later, they were all sprawled on the ground.
The heiress backed away in terror. “Who are you, really?”
I put my cap back on, keeping my good deeds to myself. “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m the guy in this building who… collects protection money.”
This book is too boring.