“You got a problem with me?” I say, looking right at her when the cabin goes silent and I glare her down. She smiles fakely at me and shakes her head.
“No, miss.” She says, and I narrow my eyes at her. Not taking my eyes from her, I smile at her.
“Oh good, I’m glad you don’t have a problem with me because that would kinda be awkward, especially when you work for my parents. After all, it is my family’s private jet. But I am assuming you didn’t know who I was when you tried to offer my boyfriend your used up cunt. So let me introduce myself to you, Lyndsey. I’m Amelia Frost-Gambino, the eldest daughter of the people who own this jet. So off you pop, and when you get back to the States, know this: your services will no longer be required. Shoo.” I wave her off.
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