Mrs. Ellison felt a pang of fear at the sight of the menacing, club-wielding thugs, but she didn't back down. She knew such confrontations would become common.
After all, she had been prepared for this when she agreed to become the president of Warner Industries' Aethelgard branch.
"I suggest you all leave now. We won't be paying you a single cent for 'protection.' We're a legitimate business, so on what grounds should we pay you?"
"Is this what law and order looks like in Aethelgard? Does no one rein in your lawless behavior?"
Ronan Quinn flew into a rage. 'So now any nobody dares to lecture me?'
"Shut your mouth! Are you saying law and order in Aethelgard is bad? You've got some nerve."
"If you don't pay up right now, don't blame us for wrecking this place. Any damages will be on you."
"Boys, smash it!"
With that, Ronan Quinn gestured for his men to start smashing the place.
