Chapter 7 - Pavl Gorski Smirks As Nessa Enters The Locker Room
As Nessa walked past the gathered crowd, Pavl Gorski stepped out from the shadows with a smug, condescending grin splitting his face.
“Look what the cat dragged in; thought you’d chicken out and leave your cello behind,” Pavl sneered, crossing his thick arms.
Nessa didn't break her stride, looking at Pavl with the detached pity one reserves for a stray dog barking at a truck.
“You might want to step back, Pavl,” Nessa said evenly. “You’re standing in the splash zone for your boss’s humiliation.”
Pavl’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by a dark scowl as he reached out a heavy hand to grab her shoulder.
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Nessa didn't punch him; she merely pivoted her hip, driving her elbow upward with lightning speed to stop inches from his throat.
Pavl stumbled backward over a cable spool, gasping for breath as the surrounding men burst into muffled snickers.
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