He sits on the headrest and glowers at me.
“I thought Harley explained.”
“Harley? Now you refer to him as Harley?”
“How am I supposed to call him?” this guy clearly has issues.
“Your boss maybe!” he grips the headrest hardening his glower.
“Okay. You clearly have issues.”
“I can’t do this. I’m tired.” I make for the hall but he grabs my hand and glares at me. “Getting you a job doesn’t give you the liberty to do as you wish. This is my house and my rules are meant to be followed. You are done with work by five. You should be here latest five-thirty. Don’t try my patience b***h! It’s going to be very unbearable for you!” he lets me go roughly. I stagger back and glare back at him.
“Why did you get me the job if I can’t do extra hours?”
“You should be glad I did. Pull this crap agai
