Chapter 3 - The Mafia Boss Defends The Overweight Waitress
Dominic walked right past the sobbing socialite on the floor without offering her a single glance of sympathy.
He stopped just two feet away from Khloe, who stood frozen with garlic butter dripping from her apron strings.
“You’ve been taking her abuse all evening without saying a single word,” Dominic observed quietly, his gaze intense.
Khloe swallowed hard, tasting the metallic tang of blood where she had bitten the inside of her cheek.
“I have rent to pay and medical debts to clear, Mr. Costello,” Khloe answered, her voice cracking slightly.
“And you decided tonight that your dignity was finally worth more than a paycheck,” Dominic noted, a strange smirk playing on his lips.
Vivien scrambled up onto her knees, grabbing the hem of Dominic’s bespoke tailored trousers with buttery fingers.
“Dominic, how can you look at her? Look at what she did to me! Fire her! Ruin her!” Vivien screamed.
Dominic looked down at Vivien’s ruined emerald dress as if she were a mild annoyance on his shoe.
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“You tripped her, Vivien. I watched every single malicious second of it,” Dominic stated coldly.
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