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She turned away and hurried out of view, leaving me shocked by thisquietly under his breath as he threw the napkin down on the table

"I’in life costslike this all because sheto happen right now?"

"I expect to be compensated I expect not to have to pay for this ly"

"And how do you think she should be dealt with?"

"I’d fire her if she werecolourful language Truth was, I was outraged, probablyon his fucking stupid, ugly suit, either It was knohat it was like to be on the receiving end of bastards like hi to make me feel little and pathetic, but this… this was just despicable I was tempted to shove my plate aside and leave Dr Obsessed-With-Death behind, but I didn’t want the waitress fired, and I’d vouch for her if I had to when the owner arrived

It was the sudden silence that tore rowing louder and closer as the seconds passed I saw the waitress first, slinking feet behind a suited man that had his hands in his pockets as he strode to us Everything about hith and confidence and familiarity too I sed hard as my eyes looked up that marvellously hard body and into the solemn face of Borden

Fuck Fuck Would I ever escape this man?

He didn’t even acknowledge aze focused on Joel

"What’s the probleht to the point

Joel’s eyes had widened at the sight of Borden He was just as surprised asSince when did Borden own this restaurant on top of all the other places he had?

"There’s no proble his attention for a quickto you, doll," Borden replied, pointing to Joel "I’htened himself and motioned to the waitress and then to his red stained shirt "There was an incident"

Borden’s eyes didn’t travel to his shirt He kept theritted out, "Explain"

"She spilled wine on me, some of it’s on my food, too"

"So what do you want?"

Joel paused, clearly taken aback by the question It was fairly obvious what he wanted, but I supposed he hadn’t anticipated actually having to say it "I’d like some compensation, at least It was a four hundred dollar shirt, Mr Borden"