Chapter 37
Chapter 37:
“You’re crazy!” Sterling yelled, rocking back and forth. “Who taught you that? You were a housewife p>
Aurora picked up her coffee cup. She took a sip.
“I’m not a housewife, Sterling,” she whispered, leaning close to his ear. “I’m your karma p>
She picked up her laptop. She looked down at him, a man on his knees in a designer suit.
“Don’t approach me again,” she said. “Next time, it’s the arm p>
She walked out. The barista stared at her in awe, forgetting to pour the milk.
Sterling was left on the floor, humiliated, cradling his broken finger.
The door flew open again. Isabella rushed in. She had been waiting in the car.
“Oh my god! Sterling!” She screeched, running to him. “Did she attack you p>
“She’s dangerous,” Sterling gasped, sweat pouring down his face. “She… she knew moves. She’s trained p>
“She must be working for the Russians,” Isabella concluded, her logic as flawed as her plastic surgery. “Or the Chinese mafia p>
Outside, Aurora got into her armored SUV. Jones looked at her in the rearview mirror.
“Trouble, Dr. Vance p>
“Handled, Jones,” Aurora said, her hands shaking slightly. Not from fear, but from the adrenaline dump.
She looked in the rearview mirror. She saw her own eyes. They weren’t the eyes of a victim anymore.
“No more,” she said.
By the time the engine started, the video was already trending on TikTok.
Coffee Shop Ninja Karen Downs Broken Finger
𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝓂:
Elias Thorne watched the video on his tablet. He played it for the fifth time.
He watched the way Aurora moved. The fluidity. The economy of motion. The absolute lack of hesitation.
Snap.
He replayed the sound. A small smile touched his lips.
“Beautiful form,” he critiqued. “Her center of gravity was perfect p>
He pressed the intercom. “Julian. Where is she now p>
“She is walking home from the garage, sir. She dropped off her rental. It’s raining,” Julian reported. “Jones dropped her off at the corner, per her request, to avoid drawing attention to her building p>
Elias looked out the window. The sky had opened up. A deluge was hammering the city.
He grabbed a set of keys from his desk drawer.
“I’m going p>
“Sir?” Julian stood up, alarmed. “You don’t drive. You haven’t driven in years. Graves is downstairs p>
Elias paused. He looked at his shaking hand. He realized Julian was right. He was still recovering.
“Have Graves bring the car around,” Elias corrected. “I will be in the back p>
“Yes, sir p>