Why Would I Harrass Another Woman When I’m A Woman

I sat on a cold, hard metal chair as I watched the farce unfold in front of me.

Fiona cried her eyes out.

She pointed at me with trembling fingers.

“It’s him! He stared at me in the car so creepily. He even tried to touch my thigh!”

Sergeant Lemony, the young officer taking the statement, frowned and looked at me.

There was obvious disdain in his eyes.

To him, I was probably nothing more than a creepy, tanned-skinned male driver with a buzz cut in cargo pants.

I said, “Sir, I—”

“Shut up!” Fiona screamed in a high-pitched voice and cut me off.

“You harassed me, and you have the nerve to talk?! If I hadn’t fought back with everything I had, I’d have lost my dignity by now!”

Then, she cried even louder. Her wail filled the entire mediation room.

Sergeant Lemony knocked on the desk. “Quiet! This is a police station!”

He turned and glared at me. “Behave yourself! Where’s your ID?”

I was about to reach into my pocket when Fiona abruptly lunged at me and grabbed my hand.

“Don’t move! Sir, he has a knife in his pocket! He threatened me with it in the car!”

I instantly flew into a fit of rage. Without hesitation, I yanked her hand away.

“Are you out of your mind? I’m just taking out my ID!”

“Ahh! He hit me! The pervert hit me!”

Fiona pretended to collapse onto the floor. She held her stomach and writhed on the floor.

She did it so smoothly that it was almost impressive. What a waste that she was not an actress.

Sergeant Lemony jumped to his feet at once with one hand on his belt. “What do you think you’re doing? Sit down!”

Two officers rushed in and pinned me to the chair, one on each side.

It felt like my shoulders were about to be crushed.

“I didn’t strike her, and I don’t have a knife. I was trying to get my ID to prove my innocence.”

I gritted my teeth and suppressed my anger.

Meanwhile, Fiona lay on the floor and peeked through her fingers as she wept. “I can’t go on living like this! I might as well be dead from being harassed by trash like him!”

Apparently, she did not come to file a police report. It was a setup.

I had been a Grab driver for three years, and I had seen plenty of oddballs. But this was my first time facing a malicious one like her.

The whole thing was actually pretty simple.

Two hours ago, I accepted a ride request from Fiona.

The moment she got in the car, the stench of cheap perfume almost knocked me out.

We had not even gone a mile when she pulled out a cigarette.

My car was strictly a non-smoking zone. To keep it from smelling, I always insisted on leaving the windows open to air it out, no matter how hot or cold the weather was.

I politely asked her to put the cigarette out.

She ignored me. She even flicked ash onto the leather seat.

I had no choice but to stop my car by the roadside. I told her that if she continued smoking, I would have to ask her to get out of the car.

That set her off.

She screamed and cussed at me. She snapped my phone mount in half. She threw the half cup of coffee she had been drinking all over me.

Before I could lose my temper, she yanked at her neckline, grabbed her hair, shoved the door open, and ran off. As she ran, she screamed for help.

The bystanders who had no idea what was really going on almost flipped my car over.

As a result, I was hauled off to the police station.

At this moment, her cup of spilled coffee had probably soaked through and ruined the leather seat in my car. On top of that, I still needed to stay here and listen to her make things up.

“Sir, he’s totally a blight on society!”

When Fiona saw that the police officers had me under control, she quickly got up from the floor. Her stomach did not seem to hurt anymore, and she stopped crying.

She stepped right up to Sergeant Lemony and said something to him with absolute confidence.