I had been ready to throw away that damn eight thousand dollars just to answer their insults about my husband. But the system's last words made me decide to trust it and play along.
I straightened my back, picked up the coffees from the barista, and walked past them as if they were nothing more than empty chairs.
"Oh my god, are you fucking deaf?" The smile on Madeline's face finally cracked as I kept ignoring her.
Every silent step I took seemed to fuel their rage, making them hungrier for the reaction I refused to give.
[Good job, Host. Keep walking. The door is just a little farther.]
"Helcia!"
Madeline shoved my back. The push wasn't even that strong, but the system's voice rang in my head.
[Fall now!]
I let my knees buckle, my balance gave way. The cups in my hands tilted, and coffee splashed all over my clothes as I crashed to the floor.
