"Manager Maxwell isn't someone you want to provoke," one guard growled, cracking his knuckles.
"That's right," another added, smirking. "Some drunk idiot cursed at her a few days ago. The boss broke the guy's leg and bankrupted his entire family."
"If you don't want to die, apologize. Now."
Jasmine preened, basking in the protection.
At that moment, the truth finally dawned on my in-laws. The woman standing before them wasn't just a rude manager—she had a very specific, very intimate relationship with their son.
My father-in-law stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Apologize? To her?"
He glared at Jasmine with the authority of a patriarch. "You uneducated little—"
He never finished.
Jasmine's face twisted into a mask of rage. She grabbed a frozen ribbonfish from the nearest table—hard as a steel baton—and swung it with all her strength.
The frozen fish slammed into his mouth with a sickening crunch.
"Fuck you, old man!" she screamed. "You still dare to curse me?"
My father-in-law took blow after blow until blood filled his mouth. He spat out several broken teeth with a guttural wail, then collapsed.