"Yeah," I added. "You two are lucky it was us who found you, and not some hard asses. Or worse... senior staff."

Both of them just glared at us, embarrassed, angry, and scared. Scared enough?

"Look, Chip," I grated out between clenched teeth, "where are your parents right now? Paris, right? How do you think they'd feel if they got a call from Carol telling them that you were being sent home two weeks early... oh yeah, and with no refund?" The douche finally grasped how big a disaster that would indeed be for him. Adele looked equally nonplussed. I exchanged a look with Lisa. "Look, the thing is, it...