SIR
Eli turns slowly to face him, his eyes narrowing into slits.
“Back off, Jason. This doesn’t concern you and I'm not in the mood.”
“Oh, it absolutely concerns me,” Jason counters, stepping fully into the courtyard, his voice dripping with an annoying, public bravado as he looks around at the remaining onlookers. “It concerns me because I was right yesterday and now we all know the absolute truth.”
He points his finger at me, turning to the crowd.
“Pull your phones back out guys, and capture her face,” he says, pointing at me. “Capture the face of the lying cheating slut who has been fucking her own bodyguard behind my back for weeks.”