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“Waiting list!? I ain't going on no stinking waiting list!”
<span class="mu-g">”P-Please sir... it's my policy. What would my other clients think!?”</span>
“I'm more important then your other clients. Do you have any idea who I am?! I work in the Level 4 Labor Admittance bureau! Don't tailorshops like yours need talented seamstresses? Well guess what, only five will get promoted from Level 5 to work on this level every year. This year? Might only be three, maybe, just one. What're you gonna do to make sure your store gets one, huh? Or you might not get any clients at all if you can't sew up their damn clothes. Know how much it costs to get on my “waiting list”?”
<span class="mu-g">”W-Wait, h-hold on...”</span>
“You think I can't ruin you? Call my friends in the Bianchi's?” The man says, finally turning to notice you standing behind him. “The fuck are you looking at, punk?”
<span class="mu-r">”A leech.”</span>
“Wha-”
>Protect the store owner from this intimidation tactic verbally
>Teach this guy a lesson (Restores Nerve)
>Leave before he can call up his mob connections
