Leaving for Home
Trying to shake off the embarrassment, I turned and made my way to my car, each step heavier under the weight of their laughter and stares. I pushed through the crowd with my head held high, but inside, I was a volcano on the verge of eruption. Once in the car, I slammed the door shut and sat in silence, forcing myself to take deep breaths. This wasn’t how I’d imagined the evening unfolding—being kicked out of my own restaurant was a humiliation I never saw coming.
Leaving For Home
Building a Revenge Plan
Sitting in my car, thoughts began to swirl. Derek and the others had no idea what was coming—the shock on their faces when they discovered I was the owner would be priceless. The very idea brought a flicker of satisfaction, easing the sting of what had just happened. I couldn’t help but imagine their stunned expressions, the awkward apologies, the scrambling to explain themselves. But how could I make sure they understood exactly who they had humiliated? As the engine idled, plans and possibilities spun through my mind, each one more tempting than the last.
Building A Revenge Plan
