#( the club doesn't run itself // dalton speaks )

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        “FREE DRINKS for everyone !!” dalton called, after splitting up the fight that had occured in his club. many looked at him as though he didn’t have the authority to do that, little did they know that this young man was the owner. “and get those men out of my club. lifetime ban.” he snarled at his so-called security. they should never have been let in in the first place, their attire clearly wasn’t correct for the type of venue he was running. “everyone alright ??”

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“look, how many times have i told you, you’re not allowed in here?” dalton spoke, though the question was more of a rhetorical one than one that required an actual answer. the office was his, it had all his stuff in it and many of the things relating to the financials of the business. yet, he kept coming across the other in their, seemingly snooping around. “this is your final warning. if i find you anywhere except where your supposed to be - which is the bar in case you’ve forgotten - i will fire you, due to loss of trust. i don’t know what you think you’re looking for, but you need to stop. do you understand?”