At that moment Cora's gaze swept over the crowd and then back to Abigail. "Why are you trying to make it a crime? Why are you trying to twist it into something ugly? It was never sabotage. She didn't come here to humiliate anyone. She's just doing her job."
Then the atmosphere was heavy now.
Some of the workers standing at the far end exchanged nervous glances. Some of the audience even began murmuring, unsure of whose side to be on. But Cora wasn't done.
She stepped closer. Not afraid. Not backing down.
But Abigail… she didn't flinch either. She turned fully to face Cora, and deep inside her heart, there was a small victorious flame dancing. This was what she had always wanted. This face-off. This tension. This moment. And now she had it.
A sly smile curled at the edge of her lips, but she masked it well.
Then, with a light, mocking tone, she tilted her head and said, "Wait…are you actually talking to me? Or am I dreaming or what?"
