

🥹 Pure satisfaction 🥹
There was a really annoying client yesterday at the reception. The staff refused to let him into the club because of his aggres.sive behaviour. He demanded to speak to the manager, so they called me in.
He started threatening me right away—saying things like, "If you don’t let me in, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. I’m a state prosecutor," and other crap like that.
Okay, bro.
He kept shouting for several minutes until I lost my patience and told him, “You leave now, or I call the cops.”
Oh dear, that just fired him up even more. “Yeah, go ahead, smart girl. Just do it. You’ll see what happens. I’ll shut down your club. The cops will do what I tell them to do…”
I stayed calm and said, “I know exactly what’s going to happen. They’ll take you out. And if you’re really a state prosecutor like you claim, you’re going to be in serious trouble. But fine, let’s go—I’m calling the cops.”
To my surprise, he actually stayed until the police arrived. Normally, guys like that vanish the second they realize I’m serious. Not this one. So I got to enjoy my sweet revenge.
It happened exactly like I said it would. The officers asked me what I wanted them to do with the guy. I said, “Please remove him from my club. That’s all.”
And they did—just like that.
The desperate look in his eyes as they took him out…
You can’t buy that kind of satisfaction.