No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts..." The man whose hand was being stepped on wailed in pain.

Dustin kept his foot firmly on the man's hand, but his gaze was fixed on me. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, but my phone's a goner," I said, prompting Dustin to look at the shattered smartphone on the ground.

"Mr. Wagner, Mr. Wagner..." Larson hurried over, his hands outstretched as if wanting to pull Dustin away but not daring to touch him, just stretching awkwardly.

"Dad, it really hurts," the man on the ground reached out to Larson with his other hand.

That call of "dad" made everything clear to me. No wonder this jerk was acting so tough; he had his old man backing him up.

"Mr. Wagner, could you please let my son go?" Larson pleaded with Dustin.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his son let out an even more agonizing scream.

"Mr. Wagner, Mr. Wagner," Larson was visibly distressed, practically spinning in place.

Dustin ignored him, instead turning Deborah. "Have someone bring over a new phone."

Deborah, now his assistant, nodded immediately and looked at me. "We'll get the latest Pro model..."

I cut her off before she could finish, "Dustin, there's no need for you to give me anything. Whoever broke my phone should pay for it."

Larson quickly nodded, "Yes, I'll pay, I'll pay."

He gestured to someone standing nearby.

Soon, a brand-new smartphone was presented, but I didn't take it. Who knows if there might be some virus or spyware installed on a phone from these people?

I gestured to the employee who had been hit to come over. "What about his injuries?"

Larson immediately agreed, "We apologize and are willing to compensate, whatever it takes."

"What compensation do you want?" I looked at the injured employee.

But he seemed too shocked by the situation to say anything, so I spoke up, "Compensation is due, of course, but we also need to return the favor." Larson's eyes widened. "No, Director Hudson..."

"What do you mean, no? An eye for an eye," I looked at Larson, "Right, Larson?"

"Director Hudson..." Larson was obviously reluctant.

Then maybe Larson should handle it himself, since it's his son. After all, 'the father is responsible for the son's education'," Dustin chimed in, making a compelling point.

Larson knew who Dustin was; otherwise, he wouldn't be acting so subservient.

Now that Dustin had spoken, Larson

knew the only way to end this was to

discipline his good-for-nothing son,Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

especially since Dustin was still

stepping on the boy's hand, O threatening further injury.

So, he grabbed his son from the ground the moment Dustin lifted his foot.

What followed was a series of slaps and the sounds of punches and kicks filling the air, until the man was lying on the ground, swollen and silent. Larson stopped, cautiously looking at Dustin and me, "Mr. Wagner, Director Hudson, is this satisfactory now?"

"And I'll mention to your leadership that this partnership is continuing because of you," Dustin added. Larson's face lit up with joy. "Thank you so much, Mr. Wagner. You're truly noble, a real king."

One knew how to curry favor, the other knew how to flatter.

My business here was done, and our partnership was obviously over.

Dustin had stood up for my employee, and the Larson father and son wouldn't dare retaliate against him, but they might take it out on my staff in the future.

Besides, continuing a partnership with people of such low caliber simply wasn't worth it.

I turned to leave when Larson called out to me, catching up, "Director Hudson, we must continue our partnership. I'm willing to offer an additional three percent."