Meeting Luke Mooney again

The man had his hands in his pocket as he strode to the centre of his room. He had a rude scowl on his face as he looked at John.

"May I know your position in the company and what gives you the right to fire a staff?"

John let his gaze trail over the man's face to his clothes and shoes. He slid his gaze back to his face.

"Well, I would have loved to answer your question. In fact, I was planning to. But I suddenly just felt like you don't have the right to know."

"But just so you know, my official name is John O'Connor," John added scornfully.

"What do you mean I don't have to know? Do you know who I am? Do you have a death wish!?" The man's voice has risen an octave as he glared at John.

John stepped in closer to the man. He scanned his neatly ironed Jacket which looked more expensive than what anyone in the hall was wearing. He placed both hands on the man's shoulders and applied little pressure.