"You had better get down on your knees and apologize quickly. Maybe I will let you go if you can please me. Or else, I will call the manager and he will fire you." The pretty girl said smugly with her arms akimbo.
"If you want the manager to fire me, then please do it quick. I'm not working here anyway," Connor said faintly.
"Heck!" the pretty girl sneered. "Stop pretending in front of me. If you're not an employee, are you a customer here? Do you think I don't know about you? Hugh told me at Porthampton University yesterday; you are just a poor food delivery guy."
Not feeling in the mood to talk to her, Connor turned around and wanted to leave.
"Did I say you can go?" The pretty girl grabbed Connor and continued. "It's not easy for you to get a job here, right? At the very least, you can earn more over here than delivering food. And, the job looks more decent. Do you really want to lose this job?"
