It was a cold, cloudy morning in the heart of the city. Rain had fallen overnight, leaving puddles glistening under the early sun. Amara, a young woman barely in her 20s, walked steadily along the sidewalk. She was heading to work at Starlight Plaza, where she had been cleaning offices since she turned 18.
As she passed the edge of the plaza’s entrance, a sleek black car rolled up behind her. It slowed down, then stopped. Amara didn’t pay it much attention she was used to people ignoring or avoiding her. But this time, something felt different.
Inside the car sat Olivia, a rich, arrogant fashion influencer whose life revolved around luxury, likes, and labels. Her phone in one hand, the steering wheel in the other, she spotted Amara walking by. Without warning, Olivia slammed her foot on the gas. The tires spun hard against the wet road.
A large puddle sat just beside the curb, and as the car sped forward, the tire hit the water with full force. A wave of muddy water exploded upward, splashing directly onto Amara. She barely had time to react. Soaked from head to toe, she stood frozen as the car roared past her. Then came the laughter—loud, cruel, echoing from the open window as….Read Full Story Here.…………………………
