However much they'd sympathized with her before—that was how much they despised her now.
She got slammed in the group chat until she had nothing left to say.
Eventually Mr. Lambert from property management stepped in to smooth things over and forcibly shut it down.
I figured after this public execution, she'd at least quiet down for a few days.
I was wrong.
I'd underestimated her shamelessness. And I'd overestimated how much public opinion could restrain her.
The next morning, I was getting ready to head out for work.
The moment I opened my door, Mrs. Lawrence and Josh were standing there—along with a few burly men I didn't recognize, blocking my way.
Her eyes were bloodshot. Like a mother wolf about to tear someone apart.
"Lin, you ruined my reputation. This isn't over today!"
Josh stood behind her, his gaze venomous.
"You made it so I can't show my face in this building anymore. Don't think you'll have it easy either!"
One of the burly men stepped forward and jabbed a finger at my nose.
"Kid, I'm telling you—apologize to my sister and my nephew, then pay ten thousand dollars for emotional distress." He cracked his knuckles. "Otherwise, don't even think about walking out of here today."