Hearing that I would not be getting a salary, I silently cursed the two assholes, Fat Tony and Harold, because they promised to give me two salaries. Now I finally understood that I was just a freaking scapegoat. Fat Tony did not want to send the real guy here to pay the debt, so he sent me over instead.
I was once again scammed by him, and at this point, I started to doubt if Stratford International would even pay me my wages.
I would definitely resign if they would not pay me. Who would want to work for free?
Walking into the rest area, Gerry clapped and said, "Hey guys, there's a new guy around. Show him the ropes."
Then, he handed me over to a gentle-looking young man named Philip.
Philip responded casually. After Gerry turned around to leave, he glanced at me, sat back down on th
