I stood there, seething with rage as the receptionist continued her tirade of insults. The other diners watched with a mixture of shock and morbid fascination, like vultures circling a wounded animal. I could feel my control slipping, the walls I'd so carefully built over the years crumbling under the weight of her cruel words.
In a moment of blind fury, I grabbed my glass of water and flung its contents directly into her face. The restaurant fell silent, save for the receptionist's shocked gasp.
"You little b***h!" she shrieked, mascara running down her cheeks. "Security! Get her out of here!"
Two burly men in ill-fitting suits appeared, roughly grabbing my arms. I winced as their fingers dug into my flesh, certain to leave bruises.
"Let go of me!" I demanded, struggling aga
