You are a mob daughter, so why not use your resources

You have enough of this asshole. He is rude, pervert arrogant and you are not sure if he really owns a part of the mall. He may be just and imposter and this bastard Lucas is likely a friend of him. These guys probably do this shit with every new waitress to. But to his disadvantage, you know who really owns a part of the mall. Quickly you pull out your new phone and inset your fathers’ number. Eric gave it to you before he left.

“Who the hell are you calling?” the leader asks impatient, “hey, bitch I’m talking to you.”

“Hey Ashley,” the voice of your father answers from the other side of your phone and you better not ask how he knows it is you, “what’s up? Are you still at the mall?”

“Yes, daddy, I ‘m” you answer “there is a nice small café in the ground floor. But some guys here harass me and tell me wired things about owning this part of the mall. I told Eric to stay back for a moment in case these are colleagues of you.”

“I usually don’t care much about this kind of business,” your father mumbles, “I have my men for this. But if they give you trouble, just let me handle it, dear.”

“What the hell was this,” the leader asks annoyed after you hung up, “do you little slut think your daddy scares me? I own this part of the mall and he can do shit to me while I’m in my business.”

Just as if fate wants to prove him wrong, three security guards of the mall just show up behind the clearly

“One of the board members called us and told us here are some assholes who harass a VIP,” one of the guards informs you, “well, who of you is the VIP?”

“That would be me,” you say and show the “don’t be confused by the uniform. It’s just an internship. My father called you. And you are really quick.”

“W-wait a moment,” one of the strange men says confused, “there must be a misunderstanding. She is just a waitress.”

“I’m afraid you have to come with us,” one of the guards says calm but strict.

“What the … I … I mean who are you to think you give me orders?” the leader asks but has trouble keeping his voice strong and his cover up, “do you even know who I am?”

“These two are the problem,” you say and point to the leader and the guy who groped you, “the rest can go.”

“As you wish, Miss,” the first security guard says and roughly forces the leader to stand up, “follow me, gentlemen! Some people would like to have a little talk with you.”

The guards lead the leader and the groper away. For some reason they are unable to make any more stupid comments. You are not sure, but for some reasons you think this was the last time you ever met them or at least the last time they dared to talk to you. Lucas watches everything silent but looks at you quite frightened. You are not sure how he is involved in this, but you will watch him closely. At least he should know who he should fear now.