Chapter 37: If I Don't Hit You, Wouldn't That Let You Down?

Terrance Lyson's sudden move plunged the entire private room into dead silence. He did not just hit someone. He cursed as he swung, the kind of ruthless ferocity that pinned everyone in place. Natalie Sowden froze too. She had meant to smooth everything over with her status and authority. She never expected Terrance to go straight to violence. As Amy Casson's friends stared in shock, envy seeped into their eyes. How badly they wished they had a man like that. Someone who would throw caution...