Matthew Powell’s voice cut through the air like a sudden c***k of lightning.
“You— you actually hit me?”
Sandra Fields clutched her cheek, confusion and disbelief twisting her expression so violently it looked as if her mind had simply refused to accept reality.
“Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea what I represent?”
She shrieked, voice sharp enough to grate against glass.
“Ms. Robert, why are you just standing there like a statue? Call the security team! Call my brother! Today, I’ll kill him— I’ll make sure he suffers in ways he’ll never forget!”
The terrified Ms. Robert finally snapped out of her daze, stumbling forward to block Sandra Fields, and then shot Matthew Powell a frantic warning glance, as if begging him not to escalate the already disastrous situation.
