~NICO~
The bass from downstairs shakes the floor beneath my feet.
And I can still hear her. I’m f*****g done, Vescari. She fought recklessly. No — she fought emotionally.
Held the submission too long. Because she wanted to humiliate her opponent the way she felt humiliated.
Exposed her ribs, twice. And she wanted applause for that?
“Cristo.” {Christ.}
She stood there smiling at me. Waiting. For what? Approval? A gold star?
I exhale slowly.
That is not my responsibility, I am not here to applaud chaos. I am here to correct it.
Still —The way her face fell, the silence after I said it was messy.
She overreacted, she always overreacts.
I push back from the desk and stand, walking toward the window overlooking the main floor. Bodies move in waves below. Security at every corner.
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