Sophia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I…I don’t want this either! Can’t you just ask them to leave?”
He shook his head, his expression hard. “Not my job to clean up after the likes of you. You made your bed; now lie in it. I suggest you figure out your own problems and take them somewhere else.”
She could feel her face flushing with frustration and anger. This man didn’t even know her, yet he was casting her out like she was dirt.
“Fine,” she whispered, barely able to find her voice. “I understand.”
The owner huffed and turned away, muttering something under his breath. Sophia took a step back, feeling a dizzying mix of helplessness and anger welling up inside her.
Outside, the reporters were still crowded around, their cameras ready, waiting like vultures for her to reappear. She felt
