294 Sleep Tight

"Hand her over."

The employee paused at the cold and composed voice. He slowly turned around, revealed an even more amicable smile, and shook his head.

"Unfortunately not, Sir, we have a policy to escort drunken guests downstairs to refresh themselves," the employee stated. "It is company policy."

"She's with me."

The employee opened his mouth, but froze. He felt his heart shrivel into dust, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and his entire body going rigid. Towering over him was one of the most frightening men he had ever witnessed. And to think their Mafia Boss was terrifying. This person was on a completely different level!

"R-right away," the employee reluctantly said. In the corner of his eye, he saw his group of peers move towards the two of them. With his gaze, he pleaded for them to stay in place. They didn't know who they would be messing with. 

"Boss."