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should be grateful that I hadn’t humiliated you in there,” he stated, practically spitting the words at me.
    “Oh sure! Because firing someone in the middle of work is much less embarrassing,” I sneered and rolled my eyes sarcastically.
    “Stop being so snarky,” he interjected, snorting as he shook his head in disbelief. “This kind of behavior only shows how unrefined you are. You lower class people are so outspoken and rude. It’s as if you were raised with no standards at all,” he added, stabbing my ego.
    “Oh! And you think that your kind is any better? People like you are so full of yourselves. You think you have the world in your grasp. Well, news flash! You wouldn’t be on top without us unrefined, lower class people,” I barked in rage. The man was exactly who I thought he was. He thinks just like any rich, douchebag socialite, and he has absolutely no regard for humanity.
    He opened his mouth to reply but closed it again. Then, he took an unsteady step back from where he stood, looking dumbfounded. I stared him down and mustered some confidence as I took a step closer to him.
    “You might own most of the city, Mr. Maxwell, but you can never own a person’s free will,” I resolutely said to him without batting an eye.
    I’m glad that the bus arrived right after I said those words. I didn’t wait for his reply or reaction and just hopped in. When I was finally seated, it was like this smog of contempt was lifted and I could breathe again. For a moment, as the bus drove away, I saw a glimpse of his figure. He stood as still as a statue, but his eyes looked turbulent. I regained my composure and looked ahead, ignoring his pointed stare.
    When I finally got back to Terry’s apartment, I was so drained that I crashed on the couch face down. I think the adrenaline rush from being fired by Mr. Mogul fueled my actions earlier, but once that ran out, I succumbed to the exhaustion and finally rewarded myself with some much-needed rest.
    I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I heard someone barge the door open and call out my name. I forcibly opened my heavy eyelids to see a man’s silhouette. Once I adjusted to the darkness, I finally recognized the person standing in front of me. Terry looked both surprised and worried.
    “My god, Andy! What were you thinking?” he asked in awe.
    I blinked my eyes a couple of times and stretched my stiff body. After that, I slowly sat up in the couch and yawned. “He asked for it,” I replied inaudibly, my voice slurry from grogginess.
    “I can’t believe you just did that to William Maxwell!” he shouted in amazement.
    “Yeah. Don’t remind me,” I mumbled in disinterest, rubbing my face sleepily.
    “Why the hell did you do that?” he asked incredulously.
    “Do I have to explain?” I looked at him pointedly.
    “Right. The man was a douchebag,” he said empathetically. “That was an awesome exit though,” he added in praise.
    “Why, thank you.” I bowed my head in appreciation and twitched my lips to a smile. I managed to bite them so I could hide my amusement.
    Terry couldn’t hold himself back and laughed in reply, and I couldn’t help but giggle with him.
    Later on, I went to my second job (I was unsure if I still had it since Mr. Mogul also owned the other place I worked in). Terry was very supportive by accompanying me to the club. I felt a slight chill at the back of my neck as I marched towards the bar. When Jack saw me approaching, he gave me a little wave. I took that as a good sign and continued to walk towards him.
    “Hey. I need a hand with these orders,” he greeted once I reached him.
    I smiled to myself, relieved to know that I still had this job. “I’ll get right on it,” I replied with a nod.
    After that, I concentrated on the work at hand. Terry accompanied me in the bar as he waited for Andrew, encouraging me the whole time. At least my busy job helped me forget what had happened earlier in the evening. By the time