(Melissa pov)
“You need to move.”
“I’m not moving,” I said flatly, tightening my grip on my bag as I stared at the guard blocking the door.
“The boss said you’re not to leave,” he replied, his tone respectful but firm, like he had already decided this conversation was over.
“I don’t care what he said,” I snapped. “Get out of my way, i need to go to class.”
“I can’t do that.”
I took a step closer. “You’re testing my patience.”
“And you’re testing his orders,” he said calmly.
“Listen to me carefully,” I said, my voice dropping, sharp and controlled. “If you don’t move right now, I will make you move.”
He didn’t flinch.
“That would be a mistake.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it being one,” I shot back. “Move.”
“No.”
I exhaled slowly, anger rising fast and hot in my chest. “You’re really
