He barely moves.
Instead, he smiles.
The smug kind.
The kind I've hated my whole life.
The kind that says he thinks he's untouchable.
I don't think.
I act.
One second I'm standing at the end of the hallway.
The next my fist is connecting with his face.
CRACK.
The sound echoes through the corridor.
Blood explodes from his nose.
Jonas drops like a sack of shit.
Silence.
Mary stares.
I stare.
Jonas groans on the floor.
“Oh my God!” Mary gasps.
“You're welcome,” I growl, shaking out my hand.
“What the hell was that?”
I blink.
“That was me solving a problem.”
“I had it handled!”
Jesus.
The woman is furious.
At me.
Not the creep.
Me.
What the fucking fuck?
“Like hell you did.”