The manager got up from his seat, along with his assistant. The assistant stepped forward and said to Jeffrey in a placating tone,

“Sir, you have to be authorized.”

Jeffrey’s expression showed that he thought those words were actually bullshit. He slid his card out from his pocket and flung it at the assistant’s chest.

“Is that enough fucking authorization for you?” He spat. The assistant glanced down at the card and gave the manager a wide eyed stare. The ...