They Bullied Me at Work but My Father Is the Don

Summary

"Tap more ash into his cup. He needs to understand this isn't the place for an idiot like him."

I went to the break room at lunch to fill my water bottle.

The second I walked in, I saw Santo and his crew gathered around my mug, ruining it.

Ash coated the rim, and cigarette butts floated in the coffee. The sight turned my stomach.

My folder lay on the floor with a few black boot prints across it.

Santo raised an eyebrow when he saw me.

"Good. You saw it. We don't feed idiots here. Go back where you came from.