Entitled Woman Threw Her Fresh Juice In My Face. What I Did Next Made Her Regret Ever Walking In

Without saying a word, I grabbed a napkin, wiping my face with deliberate calmness. The napkin turned a dark, soggy mess, and I dropped it onto the counter with a satisfying plop. Then I calmly turned to the woman. Her eyebrows raised slightly, waiting for me to crumble or lash out. She had no idea what was coming next. I could feel the tension in the room, and my resolve hardened. It was time for action.