Frank bullies her

Frank had always operated on the principle that you don't leave anything on the table. This girl was too good an opportunity to let go.

"You're quite late," he growled, looking sternly at the girl. "The pizza will be cold."

"Oh...it shouldn't be too bad..."

"Are you going to argue with me too? What the hell is going on here?"

"I'm sorry sir...I didn't mean...you're right...it's my fault...it's my first day..."

"This isn't satisfactory. I think I'll complain. I won't be ordering from you again."

"Oh please sir! Please! If you complain I'll get fired! And I need the job sir! Please! It's my first day! I promise it won't happen again."

"Yeah, maybe. But that doesn't solve my problem today. Cold pizza and I'm supposed to just take it or leave it?"

"I'm so sorry! I can get you a fresh pizza...I'll get it right now...and no charge...I'll pay for it myself."

"So you want to make it up to me, do you. What's your name?"

"Bryci. My name's Bryci sir. I want to make it right. I really do."

"Well you can start by showing me those tits," Frank growled, savoring the look of shocked surprise on the girl's face.

"S..sir?"

"You heard. Pop those melons out and let me see. Either that or I'll call your boss. Take your pick."

"You're not serious..."

"I'm deadly serious," Frank sneered, picking up his phone. "Show 'em off or I make a phone call."