That night, Marissa found her way back to the club. She aimed to get drunk, since she wished to forget about her ugly experience today at work. Her cheeks were not that swollen again from the slap she received from that vicious lady, but yet her son's dangerous stare and threat lived rent free in her head.
She could come to the conclusion that had it been there weren't much crowd, watching everything that was happening. Her son would succeed in killing her just like he threatened to do.
If that was something she should be worried about, Marissa didn't know. But she could tell from the way Sasha has been blowing up her phone for an hour, that she has already watched the video. One being of her humiliated not just publicly in the hospital, but all over the internet.
