"You...you guys are high society, ain't ya? Don't you people care about this stuff?" Grant was pissed off. "She's such a lowlife!"
"Smack!"
A cup made a beeline for Grant's head.
"Ouch!"
Grant clutched his forehead, kneeling down in pain.
"It would've been a lucky break for you if you'd dropped dead right now. That crap you just said was enough to get you killed."
Bailie slowly got to his feet.
"I'll sue you!"
"Be my guest."
Bailie started walking away.
"Oh, by the way."
He looked back at Grant, his gaze as real as a noose around Grant's neck. "Starting today, I'm going to short the hell out of that bank project you're invested in. Better brace yourself for going broke."
That was worse than getting hit in the head.
"What the hell? How do you even know what I'm investing in? Short it? That's impossible! That's all my assets!"
Bailie didn't even glance back at Grant.
He just strutted out of there.
When it was time to settle the bill, he paid for his coffee, the broken cup, and an extra cleaning fee.
The waitstaff were gobsmacked.
After Bailie left, the male and female waitstaff looked at each other, awestruck.
"He's so hot…"
"And so classy…" The male waiter sniffed the bill Bailie had handed him, then looked smug.
"It’s the scent of a hottie!"
"Too bad he's married" The female waiter lamented.
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