"How could you trash your conscience and walk into my pub after what you did? Have you forgotten that I fired you?" Martin barked, glaring at Selina with contempt blazing in his gaze.
"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.
"What are you talking about? I owe you nothing. Get lost before I call the police because you're here to cause trouble," Martin threatened.
Selina slipped both hands into the pockets of her coat. "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.
