"You dare to attack someone at the entrance of the Silver Tower? Right in front of Lady Douglas and Mr. Melfield!"
"Have you no respect for Imperial law? For the rules of the Silver Tower?"
His voice grew louder and harsher.
The surrounding guests continued to watch the spectacle unfold.
But a few of them were starting to eye Alonso with interest.
An Outer Plane Person who would dare to cause trouble in a place like this.
'Interesting.'
Seeing those gazes, the supervisor felt even more emboldened.
He stared coldly at Alonso, his voice dripping with undisguised contempt.
"Alonso, I don't care what you were before. Here, at the Silver Tower, you're nothing but a server."
"A lowly server from the Outer Planes."
"I'm docking your pay for today."
"In fact, I'm docking your pay for the whole month."
"Furthermore, as of right now, you're fired."
"Get out of the Silver Tower and never show your face here again."
His voice was ice-cold, tinged with a hint of cruel satisfaction.
