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Author: Jericho Chase
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Barry took a step back.

That slap came out of nowhere, stunning him.

“Samuel, what are you doing?” Emma shouted, more in anger. “A guide is not supposed to hit a client, no matter the offense. You'll be fined for violating that rule. It would cost you your commission f*e.”

“Shut up, newbie,” Samuel barked at Emma. “I know that more than anyone, but I don't care as long as I ring some sense into this stupid security guard.”

Barry touched his cheeks where he had been struck.

Ever since he was a child, everyone had always hit him.

His father struck him, he was struck by his peers, struck by the Raven family and struck by strangers.

Barry hated it. He was sick and tired of people hitting him. He glared murderously at Samuel. “You slapped me. You will pay dearly for that.”

Samuel laughed mockingly at Barry. “You can do nothing, you piece of trash. You're nothing but a poor security guard who has no business shopping here in the first place.”

“Samuel, I'm going to file a compla
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