I stared right back at Arthur, then slowly opened my mouth.
"Arthur, you make me sick!"
Arthur's face turned a deep, furious red.
"Summer! You've been sneaking around with Lucas behind my back, and you got him to fire me! You owe me compensation for emotional distress!"
The crowd erupted.
The whispers crackled like firecrackets, snapping and popping.
"So that's how it is."
"She's no better."
Someone who just wanted to stir up trouble shouted out, "Yeah! Make her pay!"
The crowd took a collective step backward.
I was the center of attention now.
All eyes were on me, like a thousand needles pricking my skin.
Those gazes held curiosity, contempt, and schadenfreude.
But Arthur wasn't done.
He stepped forward, pointing a finger right at my nose.
"Summer, don't think I don't know!
