Misunderstanding

As Max reached the receptionist counter at the lobby, he dropped his car key on the desk and ordered, “Get me a driver!”

Seeing Max for the first time, the receptionist calmly asked, “Your card, sir?

“I need to show you a freaking card? Where the f@ck is your manager?” He asked angrily, transferring his aggression to the lady.

The lady tried to calm him down by apologizing and explaining, “Sir, I am sorry if I came out rude, but everyone needs a card to assess the resources available in this club. It is so that the club runs smoothly.”

Max angrily smashed the telephone on the table, scaring the hell out of the lady. “I have had enough tonight. I swore to my mom that I wouldn’t drive drunk. Get me a f@cking valet right now before I do something worse.”

Scared, the lady whispered into her ear pod, “Security, we have a situation…”

“A situation? Do I look like a f@cking situation to you? And you dare call the security on me?” Max yelled angrily, pulling the land line from her.

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