Chapter 66: Momzilla vs. Eric: The Epic Showdown

Eric's POV

My mother's glare was frosty but her usual poise was cracked by the situation which had now spiralled out of her control. Her nostrils flared like they belonged to a bull ready to charge through a wall and her blood red lips twisted into a nasty snarl but she was obviously cornered. With the evidence now questionable, her credibility was slipping away as fast as the crowd's whispers were growing, faster than gossip spread in a high school locker room.

The manager's stupid face turned a shade paler, if that was even possible. His skin was like delicate china about to crack under pressure. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy seeing the son of a bitch squirm. He'd think twice before pulling a stunt like this ever again with anyone else. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. Sweat poured down his skin, his breathing becoming heavier by each passing minute. The audience of onlookers was silent, watching intently while waiting for the next act in this absurd theatre.