"Watch where you’re going, you idiot!" he barked. "Do you know what kind of car this is? A Porsche! One you’ll never afford in your pathetic life!"
I glanced at my own car — a modest two-thousand-dollar vehicle that had been with me since the start of my journey. It wasn’t much, but it meant the world to me.
Ignoring his taunts, I pulled out my phone and called Rhea.
"What’s going on with your Porsche?" I asked.
She hesitated. "Oh... um, I’m driving it right now."
Not bothering to reply, I directly hung up and called the police.
The man must’ve thought I was bluffing because he only got louder.
"Listen, you deadbeat! Either you cough up a hundred thousand dollars for the damage, or you’re not leaving!"
Before I could respond, Zera stepped out of the car. But the moment she saw the man, she froze, eyes wide with terror. Trembling, she hid behind me.
Puzzled, I crouched down to ask her.
Floyd's POV
"Have you seen him before?" I asked gently.
Zera’s face went pale, and she burst into tears, her little body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "He's... he's my sister's dad," she whispered. "One time, when my sister was hitting me, he kicked me."
The man’s face twisted with rage the moment he laid eyes on Zera. "So it was you, you little tramp," he sneered. "I should’ve hit you harder back then. Little brat, already luring men at such a young age. Like father, like daughter — only a useless man could raise trash like you!"
I reached for my phone to call the police, but the man snatched it from my hand and smashed it onto the pavement, stomping on it for good measure. "Call the cops? You really think the police will believe a nobody like you over me?"
The commotion had started blocking traffic, and soon a crowd began to gather. Instead of stepping in, they whispered among themselves.
"Hey, dude, it’s not worth the trouble," one bystander said. "Your car is already old. It's not worth much money."
"Yeah," another chimed in. "Besides, look at the road, it's jammed now. Just pay him off, so we can all move on."
"Exactly. He’s driving a Porsche, and you’re in that old thing. You’ll never win. Just consider it a lesson learned."
Their words only fueled the man’s arrogance, and he smirked, looking like he had me cornered. What he didn’t expect was that one of the drivers stuck in traffic happened to be one of my employees, who called the police in my stead.