“I heard that she owns a petty magazine publisher. We should teach her a lesson someday!”
“What are we waiting for? Let’s do it now! We could teach her a lesson when she leaves for the washroom.”
Lexie kept quiet the whole time. Her expression softened at her friend’s suggestion. She’s right. I can’t do anything to Nathan, but his girlfriend is just a magazine publisher. I don’t need to be afraid of her.
The group had finished their lunch a while ago, but their eyes just couldn’t leave Olivia and Halma. At last, their wish came true. Halma finally left her table and headed to the washroom.
The group exchanged a look and followed her. Halma took one of the cubicles before discovering that some people came into the washroom after her. Since it was a normal thing, she paid no attention to them.
She wasn’t expecting to get dumped over with a bucket of dirty water. The water soaked her from head to toe.
She was relieving herself when the water poured down on her, but the urge for relief vanished as soon as the water hit her. She screamed. Giving no thought to her condition, she immediately looked up.
However, the culprit was no longer standing there. She pulled up her pants before reaching for the door. Somehow the door was locked from the outside, so she couldn’t open it. Halma growled, “Who’s out there? Open the door!”
As soon as she finished the words, a woman poked out her head from another cubicle, her face covered by a scarf. She struck Halma with a broom handle.
She hit Halma repeatedly, not caring where it hit. Halma tried to see the person’s face, but the handle was made of wood. When it hit her, it hurt like hell. She had nowhere to hide in the limited space, so she could only cover her head with both hands.
She cried out in pain but she shouted, “Stop it! Don’t let me catch you, or else I’ll make you pay!”
Either the person was exhausted or Halma’s warning got to the person, which was why the person finally stopped attacking Halma with the broomstick
Halma looked around and saw nobody, so she thought her assailants were gone. Therefore, she turned the doorknob, but to no avail. Then, she took out her phone to call Olivia. As soon as the call was connected, her assailant returned, hitting her with the broomstick again.
She immediately shoved her phone back into her pocket.
She knew Olivia wouldn’t hang up on her. She only put her phone away because she worried that her assailants would flee if they found that she was on a call. Besides, she was recording. I’ll eventually get back at them.
She yelled, “Who the hell are you? Why are you attacking me? Do I even know you? Are you aware that you’re committing a crime right now? Show yourself if you’re a decent person. Sneaking around is what a chicken does. Argh!”
There was no way her assailants would answer. They wanted to teach her a lesson, so they wouldn’t even expose themselves. Her painful cry only encouraged the attacks. Halma had nowhere to escape. After all, the space in the cubicle was limited.
Suddenly, she heard whistles as if it was a cue to the group. She had been waiting for Olivia. Knowing Olivia, she would surely know that Halma was in danger. Therefore, Halma had been paying attention to her surroundings.
What is the whistle about?
Before she could process the gesture, the broomstick had stopped striking at her. Is that a cue for them to leave?
At that, she no longer hesitated. Just when the woman was descending, Halma stepped on the edge of the toilet and grabbed the woman’s hand.
The woman was frightened. She struggled and managed to slip her wrist out of Halma’s grasp. Halma was frustrated. She pushed the door to go after them, but the door just wouldn’t budge.
It was her first time getting pranked. Annoyed, she kicked the door of the cubicle to vent. Even so, the door remained unmoving. Fueled by anger, she growled, “F*ck! Just you wait! I’m coming for you once I get out!”
