"Shut the fuck up, Emily," Rick stated coldly, shattering her delusional fantasy in an instant, "If you open your mouth one more time, I will make you lick the wine off this floor like the bitch in heat you are."
"You..." Emily flinched as she covered her mouth with both hands, shrinking back into the corner with tears streaming down her face.
How can her friend, her most obedient simp she used to control talk back to her like that?
Roy was frowning now, as his alpha persona was crumbling by the second, since his money, his status, and his women were completely useless against this monster.
"Marcus!" Roy screamed in pure panic, as he pointed at the manager, "How can you let this happen to Tristan? Aren't you afraid of the consequences?"
"I swear to God her mother will have you fired and blacklisted from the industry!"
