"How could you trash your conscience and walk into my pub after what you did? Have you forgotten that I fired you?" Martin barked.
"I remember clearly. But the one who's forgetting something here is you because you still owe me what's mine," Selina asserted, her unwavering eyes didn't flinch at his intimidating expression.
"I owe you nothing and stop causing trouble here. Get lost before I call the police!" Martin threatened.
"Don't tell me you think your mere threat would stop me from coming for my paycheck," she retorted calmly, although there was sharpness in her tone.
Martin scowled at her while gesturing to the customers. "Because of you, my customers don't feel safe around here. Whenever we want to serve, they make sure to confirm you're not working here. I almost lost them because of an ugly waitress, and you have the audacity to ask for your paycheck?" His tone was sharp and oppressive, but Selina wouldn't quiver sheepishly under it again.
