“She asked for it,” another chimed in. “She pissed off your girl—she had it coming.”
“By the way, Jimmy,” someone leaned in, “when are you dropping the video?”
Jimmy looked down at his phone and didn’t answer.
One of them nudged him playfully. “Don’t tell me you’re getting soft now? If it weren’t for her, Gina wouldn’t have been shipped off to the States.”
Jimmy casually set his wine glass down and said, almost offhandedly, “I’ll wait for Gina’s welcome-back party. That day just happens to be Agnes’s birthday. Perfect timing for a surprise.”
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I stood outside the hospital room, clutching a thermal food container. Just as I reached for the doorknob, I heard a burst of laughter from inside.
"Jimmy, that move was genius! That idiot Agnes actually fell for it! Listen to her crying in the video—she keeps calling your name like it’s the end of the world!"
My hand gripped the handle so tight my fingernails dug into my palm. One snapped off, but I didn’t even notice.