He picked up his ID card, not caring about what she had going on beside him. "Okay, good luck with that" he started heading for the exit but… "Good thing you said that because you're the one who's gonna need it" she smirked and he stopped with his hand on the knob, turning around to face her. "What's that supposed to mean?!" He asked with a frown, sensing that what she said was a threat. She got up, walked back to her seat, and sat down without any restraint that it almost broke the spring in the seat. She continued stuffing her mouth with her food while glaring evilly at Anthony. "What did you mean by t—" he asked again but then she interrupted him. "Since you're looking to work for a restaurant of this level, you should also know that there are benefits or I should say, connections, that being the manager has presented me with. Businessmen, lawyers, doctors, politicians, Mobsters, and even families in the Hierarchy all pay a whopping amount of money just to reserve seats aroun
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