Michael was about to step into the elevator when a figure bumped into him.
BAM!
A woman in heels, distracted by her phone, collided into him hard. The hot coffee cup she was holding tilted and splashed straight across her own white designer blouse.
She gasped sharply, staring at the brown stain spreading across the fabric.
Then, instead of apologizing, her face twisted in fury.
“You—!” she snapped, glaring at Michael. “Are you blind?!”
Michael blinked once, utterly calm. “You bumped into me,” he said calmly.
Her eyes widened, disbelief flooding her expression. “What did you just say?” She looked him up and down in his tattered clothes.
A mocking smirk curved her lips.
“Do you even know how much this outfit costs?” she hissed, brushing futilely at the stain. “This shirt alone is wo
