I am Mrs. Ballmer
From time to time, they pointed and laughed, with mocking smiles, enjoying the spectacle of the public destruction of someone they envied.
Those looks were like daggers, cutting into Helena's skin. They were looks of pure malice, like vipers waiting for the right moment to strike the final blow.
Helena walked with her head down, protecting her face. In her mind, a historic phrase echoed, recalling the tragedy of a star from the past who succumbed to pressure: “Gossip is a terrible thing.” Words that kill.
Suddenly, the air was filled with projectiles. Rotten eggs, tomatoes, and spoiled vegetable leaves flew in her direction. The smell was nauseating.
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