Normally, he was easy to deal with, but with Fiona in the room—the real boss behind it all—no one dared step out of line.
Everyone stood stiffly in the private lounge, barely breathing.
A manager hurried in, keeping his voice low. “Uh, Ms. Fiona, there’s a bit of a scene outside. Some guests are complaining the club feels empty today.”
Fiona didn’t even glance up. “Tell them we’re closed for the day. Give everyone who already showed up a ten percent discount.”
The manager hesitated. “There’s one guy who won’t take it. He’s insisting on a full refund for his membership.”
Before he could finish, Fiona looked directly at the waiting attendant. “Who is it? Which family’s spoiled brat is making trouble?”
“It’s Carson. The Kidd family’s youngest.”
Fiona’s lips curled into a sly smile. She hadn’t even planned to go after Carson yet, but here he was, serving himself up.
“How much cash does he have with us?”
The attendant checked his phone and answered carefully, “He’s put in thirty thousand total. He’s got twelve grand left on his card.”
Fiona flipped through the guest list, her eyes cold and amused. When she heard the number, she let out a sharp laugh and tossed the booklet onto the coffee table.
“Go tell him this: If you can’t afford to play at Golden Glow, don’t bother showing your face. A real trust fund kid wouldn't embarrass himself with thirty grand. Around here, the serious players drop at least a hundred thousand, minimum. Thirty thousand? That won’t even get you a conversation with our girls. If he’s looking for cheap, there’s always the bargain clubs across the street.”
The attendant blinked, shocked. He’d never seen anyone this bold about turning away business. Was she for real?
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