Chapter 5 Confrontation

"The reason for my visit is because my friend Lobreguez has entrusted me with this whole business," a low blow! "No, it can't be possible that you're telling me this," he stands up abruptly after slamming his fist on the table. "The boss wouldn't betray me like that, yes, betrayal, because he knows I'm capable of taking care of everything without having a shitty bootlicker," he shouts vehemently.

But what's wrong with him?

"First, show some respect," I hiss through gritted teeth. "If you weren't a woman, I swear I would've knocked your teeth out with a single punch."

I'm not one of those men who tolerate a woman's arrogance, yet I'm enduring everything this woman is saying to me, she's driving me crazy!

"Don't fuck with me," he punches again, "You're mistaken if you think I'm someone you can trample on," he becomes agitated, "You're wrong, you idiot."

"And you think a Pekingese like you will intimidate me," I burst into laughter.

"Pekingese?" Her eyes widen.

"Yes, just look at yourself," I raise my finger and point at her from top to bottom, "you're a child who can't handle this business, and if Lobreguez asked me to come, it's because he knows you're not efficient."

You're crossing the line, Davies... you're crossing the line.

"To hell with you, you damn leech," she screams, and I don't realize when she throws her phone at my head.

"Ouch... Damn, it, you Pekingese," I mutter, but I stop abruptly as I see her pulling out a gun and aiming it straight at my head.

Oh, my head hurts. The damn woman got her way.

"You think I'll let you or any freeloader off the hook, you're wrong, you idiot!" Oh, the little one does have character. "First, you present yourself as a client and don't pay, then you act like the great master and lord," her gaze is cold, and I can't deny that it attracts me. "The boss needs to know the kind of person you are," she shouts, "he needs to know that you're consuming the merchandise."

What is she talking about? How does she know...?

"Oh, I didn't think you were one of those people who enjoy watching couples fuck," I exclaim with laughter, "do you enjoy masturbating while spying behind cameras?" Bingo! Gradually, the color drains from her face, and her cheeks turn slightly red.

I'm impressed and at the same time annoyed that I didn't realize she was watching me when I was with the redhead.

"I'm not some pushover, and I certainly wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing a freeloader like you." I step back slightly as I see him approaching with his gun always pointing at me.

The only thing I can do is stay calm and show him that I have no fear whatsoever that he'll pull the trigger.

"Hmmm... You might be telling the truth, but I don't believe a single word you say." The expression on my face changes dramatically to a more relaxed and mocking one. "That I don't appeal to you, that I don't attract you, or that my approach doesn't make you shudder."

"But who do you think you are? Are you Brad Pitt?" he bursts into laughter, pointing at me with his finger. "As if I were the last Coca-Cola in the world to take notice of a freeloader like you." He lowers the gun, and his laughter dissipates his anger.

What? Any woman would go crazy to have me between her legs.

"That's enough!" I shout in frustration.

I can't stand this woman. First, she receives me with too much arrogance, and now she's making fun of me.

"Wait... wait... wait, please," she gasps, trying to catch her breath.

"Stop playing games, spoiled brat," I emphasize the last word. "I came here for one thing, and I don't appreciate you mocking me."

While I make her aware of where she's going wrong, I decide to walk over and sit comfortably in the chair, facing her desk. I won't let her think that I'll leave or give up on everything.

I'm here because of Lobreguez, not because of a spoiled little girl who only provokes my impatience. There's a possibility that she could bankrupt everything around us.

"I don't agree with what Lobreguez wants to do, as I've worked with him and had no complaints," she protests. "And now I don't understand why he wants an intruder on my territory."

What territory?

Suddenly, the smile on her face fades, revealing a fierce determination to claim what is hers. But there's one detail she knows and seems to be forgetting: this business is not hers. This business will expand, and that's why I can't allow her to be in charge, as there will be more than one mobster who won't respect her, even if they exhibit macho characteristics.

"Maybe you're furious, but you must keep in mind that none of this is yours, and if I'm here, it's because Lobreguez has new projects for both of us. Although I'm reluctant to share control of this club."

"And you think your presence makes me happy."

I won't deny that the security and everything in the club surprises me, as my eyes see that it's well-managed. However, I'm still not convinced that a woman is in charge of such an important and dangerous business.

"Do as you please, but I'm not leaving from here," she shouted. "I don't care if you're one of Lobreguez's proteges, but I want it to be clear that I'm here for work, and I won't fail my friend just because you don't want me here."

She continues to speak, then decides to sit down and calm down because she knows we won't get anywhere if we don't agree.

"You stay in your lane, but don't get in my way because I swear I won't respond," she abruptly stands up. "For now, this meeting is over, since I wasn't informed about this bitter news, but..."

"Fine, tomorrow we'll have our meeting, and I demand that afterward, you have to give me details about the entire club, including who comes in and who goes out, as well as all the activities that take place."

"Go demand that from your grandmother because I'm not your employee, let alone your personal maid."

This woman drives me crazy and tempts me to insult her even more.

"We can have a meeting with Lobreguez," I propose, and she shakes her head. "Why not?" I question.

"Because he's not available," she exclaims with great confidence. "We're not children to bother the boss."

Hmm? Why such nervousness? I'm surprised by the certainty she has in saying that Lobreguez can't respond.

What is the relationship between those two?