The Dean said, “Miss Green, we have always trusted your character. You might have your reasons, but if this gets out, it would reflect very poorly on the school. We’re willing to give you a chance to resolve this matter. Take care of it and then come back to work.”
This was already a generous offer, given my otherwise good record.
I knew exactly who was behind this and went straight to confront Luther.
At a neon-lit bar, Luther was cozied up with his buddy, both of them completely absorbed in their own world.
I walked over and, without hesitation, threw my drink in Luther’s face.
Luther jumped up in rage, but when he saw it was me, he sneered and sat back down. “Coming to beg me now that you’ve lost your job? Too late.”
“Luther, you’re despicable. You’ll go to any lengths to get me back, even while flaunting your buddy. Let me tell you, no matter what you do, I’m not coming back. You’re filthy.”
After letting off steam, I ignored Luther’s livid expression and turned to leave.
Behind me, I heard Luther’s roar, “Viola, you’ll regret this. You’ll be begging me soon enough!”
The price I paid for angering Luther was being urgently summoned back home by my parents.