Debbie, caught between the two men, was mortified by
their confrontation. "What's going on here?" she asked,
standing up.
Felix turned to her, his expression softening. "I just
need to talk to you. Alone."
Pasco didn't budge. "If Debbie wants to talk to you,
that's her choice. "
Debbie sighed, feeling the tension rise. "Both of you, stop. I don't need this right now."
She grabbed her bag and left the café, leaving both
men stunned. As she walked away, she muttered to
herself, "Why does my life feel like an overdramatic
soap opera?"