"You know she is a mother. She's an adult. How can I control where she goes? Even her mom can't control her."
The next second, the grip on my chin suddenly relaxed.
That hand swung up high and slapped one side of my face.
The crisp sound echoed. My eyes burned with hatred.
The more anxious Bryan became, the more ridiculous I found him.
He bent down, picked up the phone I had just dropped, and unlocked the screen by pinching my finger.
The phone slapped my face threateningly, over and over.
"Do you think I can't deal with you if you don't speak?
"I got you into the company and can kick you out!
"What do you think will happen if your boss knows all your proposals are plagiarized?"
With my murderous look, he found the contact labeled as my boss and dialed.
Before the call connected, he seemed to remember something. He hung up and then redialed via video call.
The video connected, and the boss was still working overtime at the office.
He frowned at the man's face on the screen. After a moment, his eyes widened.
He stammered, "Mr. Perez?"
Bryan said coldly, "It's me. Do you know this person?"
He turned the phone screen towards my face.
The boss quickly said, "Yes, yes. Is there something wrong?"