Chapter 23.

I Am No Pushover

“You? So, it's because of a skunk like you that my carefully curated career came to an end? Who are you to do this to me?” She screeched. If you didn't guess right. It was Amy, the nasty ex-girlfriend that refused to let go. What was this? Season of the exes. I was getting frustrated at the whole thing and my patience was wearing thin.

“Look at what the cat dragged in? Bravo!” I stood up slowly clapping my hands in mockery.

“So, what was your plan? You waltz in here and threaten me after pouring me acid? You should be in jail, not here, if not that your dumb brain didn't know there are different types of acids.” I sneered. I could feel my anger bubbling over and threatening to erupt. What do people take me for? A door mat? Why does everyone suddenly think it's cool to come to where I work and threaten me? It's getting old and when a tale gets too old that retelling it no longer feels fun, one needs to switch it up.

“What did you just call me? Who the fuck are you? A