212 The power of confidence

Ben strolled up to the Latrine doorman. "Hey, we're on the list."

The suited man eyed him up and down for a moment, then shook his head as he sneered and looked away.

Ben narrowed his eyes. "Go check your list. Like I said, we're on it."

The doorman wanted to ignore him, but when he observed Ben's confident body language, he restrained himself, because he knew there were some patrons who attended this club who he couldn't afford to offend. While Ben didn't look like one of them, his assertive posture gave the experienced doorman the impression he wasn't lying. "What's your name?"

Ben smirked. "Benny BeVito...+3."

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The doorman gave the list a casual glance through thinned eyes, thinking if this brat was lying to him, he'd have the bouncers to throw his ass down the street for good. A moment later though, he blinked…because there it was!

He stared at Ben for a few moments…before opening the velvet rope. "All right."