Chapter 12 - Diane Ambushes My Office Lobby But Security Intervenes
Later that afternoon, I returned briefly to my downtown graphic design studio to retrieve some client files.
As I stepped off the elevator on the twelfth floor, I saw Diane pacing angrily near the glass reception doors.
She looked disheveled, her designer coat wrinkled and her hair loose from its usual perfect styling.
“Nia! You treacherous little rat, how dare you ruin my son’s life over a minor parenting dispute!” Diane screamed.
She rushed toward me, her manicured fingernails extended like claws aimed straight for my face.
Before she could take two steps, two building security guards intercepted her, pinning her arms behind her back.
“Unhand me right now, you hired thugs! I am Diane Sterling!” she shrieked, kicking her heels against the carpet.
“Ma'am, you are trespassing on private property after being denied entry by building management,” the head guard stated.
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“Stay away from me, Diane, or I’ll have the police enforce the emergency restraining order right now,” I warned coldly.
She glared at me with pure venom, spitting insults as security dragged her back toward the service elevator.
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