I pulled up a chair and sat down when my phone rang. I took it out to see, it was a call from Heather Thomas.
I picked up the call and recounted the recent events.
A few minutes later, Heather Thomas and Robert Wilson hurried over with a group of classmates.
"Nicole, are you okay?" Heather Thomas and Robert Wilson led the group in, walking towards me with concern written all over their faces.
"I'm okay," Nicole Anderson said softly.
"Thank goodness you're okay!" Robert Wilson sighed in relief, then turned around, glared angrily at Mark Anderson, and cursed, "Mark Anderson, you scumbag."
Mark Anderson sneered with disdain, "What? Robert Wilson, are you unhappy? Go ahead, say it again if you dare. Don't forget, you're just a dog working for my family! What right do you have to bark here!"
"And your useless old man, do you believe I can ask my dad to fire both of you, leaving your family to starve!"
"You..."
Robert Wilson was livid, shaking all over with anger.
