I narrow my eyes. “What did you say?” “I said, ‘yes.’ She’s young and pretty, which is what we want around here.” “No.” “No?” he parrots, his brow furrowing. “No, she will not have a job here. No, you will not hire her. If you do, then I will burn this motherfucker to the ground. With you inside.” I lean over the bar, letting him register my intent. “Do you understand?”
