He was scrolling through his phone, brow furrowed, swiping faster and faster. The moment he saw me walk through the door, he tossed the phone onto the coffee table. His voice carried the weight of a command. "Leonora, using tactics like these against a naive young girl. Don't you think that's going too far?"
"In just a few hours, rumors calling her a homewrecker, saying she's someone's kept woman, all of it trending online."
"You moved fast, I'll give you that. How much did you spend? How many bots did you hire?"
"How can you do this to her and not feel a shred of guilt? Do you have any idea what cyber-harassment does to a woman?"
I stood frozen in the doorway, my voice hollow. "What are you talking about?"
He hurled his phone at me. It struck my brow bone dead-on. A sharp, splitting pain exploded across my forehead, and I crouched down, pressing both hands to the spot.
"Playing innocent? Leonora, I thought you knew your place. Using your cutthroat business tactics on a girl with no one in her corner. You really think you can bully her just because she has nobody to protect her?"