His tone turned sharp. "Pay the bill in full. Take them and get out. If I have to come down there, I will personally send you to jail."
My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles went white. He thinks they're my parents?
"Anthony, listen to me—"
Click.
My in-laws, close enough to hear the shouting, were trembling with fury.
"What a bastard!" my father-in-law roared.
"What did he say?" my mother-in-law asked, her voice shaking. "He wants to send us to jail?"
Knowing their fiery tempers, I tried to intervene. "Dad, Mom, please calm down. Let's go to the company headquarters and talk to him face-to-face."
"Absolutely not!" My father-in-law pulled out his own phone. "I want him down here right now. I'm going to make him fire this vixen!"
He barely dialed a digit before Jasmine snatched the phone from his hand.
"Who are you calling a vixen, you old fossil?"
With a casual flick, she dropped it into a tureen of soup. It sank with a heavy plop. She leaned over the table, pointing a manicured finger right in his face.