The front door exploded open with a crash, slamming against the wall hard enough to rattle the framed photos hanging nearby. Laura stormed inside, her designer bag swinging violently at her side. Her normally perfect hair was slightly mussed from her dramatic entrance, stray strands sticking to her flushed cheeks.
"Du!" she shrieked, voice cracking with fury. "Where the hell have you been? I called you twelve times! Twelve!"
She didn’t wait for an answer, already launching into her tirade as she stomped further into the apartment.
"Do you even realize what you’ve done? Oppa dropped out of the top three because of you! I needed to buy votes. Urgently. But no, you just had to disappear like always!" Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, knuckles whitening.
Her voice rose even higher, bordering on hysterical. "And those disgusting Sasaengs are everywhere! Clinging to him, crowding his events, acting like they have any right to be near him!" She practically spat the words, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "They don’t love him like I do. They’re just obsessive freaks!"
A sharp, exaggerated sigh escaped her lips before she thrust her palm out, fingers splayed. "So give me my allowance money. Now. I have to fix this before the rankings lock." Her eyes narrowed, daring him to refuse. "And don’t even try saying no. This is your fault in the first place."
