"No way!"
Vera pouted, and a fresh wave of grievance overcame her.
"If we're not talking about this, then what are we talking about? Do you think you're all that just because you have money? Are rich people somehow more precious? Let me tell you, Kris Cooper, I've already paid you back. From now on, we'll go our separate ways. I, Vera Wave, am done with all of you! Do whatever you want. That's right, I was the one who hit her. Go ahead, let the police come and arrest me. This young lady has no money, only her life! Even if I go to jail, I will never apologize to Ria Chapman. I did nothing wrong!"
SLAM!
She slammed the door again. Her eyelashes trembled, and tears streamed down her face.
"Vera..."
"Get out!"
Crying out from behind the door, Vera Wave turned and walked into her bedroom. She slammed that door hard too, then threw herself onto the bed and began to wail, overwhelmed by grievance.
