"F*cker, are you blind or something? Can't you see such a big 'CLOSED' sign on the door?" Alex roared, his face contorted in annoyance. "The bar is closed for a few days! No matter what business you have, you can either go to another branch or wait patiently until we reopen. Now, just get the hell out of here. I'm not in the mood for useless chit-chat!"
Alex, wiping down the bar with a scowl, looked like he could murder someone for the slightest mistake. Honestly, yesterday had been the unluckiest day of his life. Never had he suffered so much in just a few hours. Not only had he been beaten for no reason by an ugly fatty, but his bar, which was also his home, had been trashed. To top it all off, higher-ups had inexplicably deducted a month's worth of his salary without telling him any valid reason.