Hall’s enraged shouts carried even across the distance, forcing me to push through the crowd just to confirm he was still in one piece. After all, I only intended to prank him for his bullying, not to end his life.
“How do you manage this hotel? Letting criminals like this in?” Hall roared.
Several black-suited men, clutching bleeding noses, were pinned to the ground by security.
“We are so sorry, Mr. Miller. This is our fault!” The hotel manager bowed profusely, sweat beading on his forehead.
Hall sat by the pool, his million-dollar suit soaked and wrinkled, water dripping steadily. His meticulously styled hair clung to his scalp like a wet rag. His trousers, pulled down to his thighs by the water, revealed grey underwear. His shoes were nowhere to be seen.
His neck was red, his eyes
