I Slapped The CEO

"I said, stop!" I pointed my finger at him, my eyes emitting fire and brimstone.

The crowd hushed, and everyone gave their full attention to me. Even the guards who stood around the corners in their badged, white uniforms, hung their mouths open, staring at me.

"Are you looking for me, little miss?" he asked, lifting one brow at me, followed by a smirk.

To him, I may look like a teen because I was skin and bones. I wore a black, denim jeans, a cream top tucked beneath its hip band. With my high ponytail dancing to the rhythm of my hurried steps, I lifted my head high--my eyes never leaving his face.

"I am."

He tilted his head in an amused smile, letting his guard off. The moment I was a few feet away from him, I planted my toes forward. Now standing some inches higher than me, I didn't say a word. I swung my arm and let my right hand fly across his face, leaving him dumbfounded!

Author's Note:

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