Now it was truly silence, like the true meaning of it. Not a single sound, not a single breath, nothing. Everybody was just… almost nonexistent. Albert didn't even know if he was allowed to breathe or if he needed to breathe… just like how the others couldn't even process what the fuck they had just seen… and couldn't even figure out what the fuck to do.
Almost like a hallucination or something straight out of a tv series… because there was no word that could describe what actually happened and how it happened… that a housekeeper just… slapped the biggest drug lord in the nation… back to back. And those slaps weren't the gentle ones, not with motherly care, but more like violent ones… almost like she wanted to knock some sense into his head… yeah.
