Raven
The rude woman turned to David with a commanding tone. "Call security and have this woman escorted out," she ordered, prompting David to pick up the phone, his hands trembling as he dialled security. The realisation dawned on me that my best course of action was to leave. Surveying the scene around me, I noticed the stares from onlookers, their eyes filled with judgment or pity. Despite my efforts to present myself with confidence in expensive attire, I couldn't shake the feeling of smallness at that moment. Nonetheless, I refused to let it break me.
"There's no need to trouble yourself, David. I'll just head home and contact him from there," I asserted, determined to salvage some semblance of dignity. If I couldn't reach him in his office, then I would resort to other means—perhap
