Sixtieth Run

Marga stood there for a moment before making her way inside the hotel again. Her cheeks burning with humiliation and anger, she clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. She couldn't help but feel more resentment in her heart. The sting of Hannah's words echoed in her mind, fueling the fire of her resentment.

"Who does she think she is?" Marga muttered to herself, her voice laced with bitterness. She hasn't been treated like this before, and now, has this woman dared to? She'll make them pay. "Talking to me like that, treating me like some sort of trash..."

The more she thought about it, the more her humiliation turned to rage. She could feel the hatred boiling within her, consuming her from the inside out.

"I'll show them," Marga seethed, her eyes narrowing with determination. She took a deep breath before she calmed herself down. She won't allow them. "I won't let them get away with this. I'll make them regret ever crossing me."

With each passing moment, her hatre