Henrietta couldn't stop her in time. “Winona!” she and Charlotte cried in unison.
But then their eyes widened in shock. They had expected Winona to start chugging from the bottle. Instead, she swung it with all her might, smashing it over Shirley’s head.
“Drink this, you bitch!” she roared.
The room erupted into chaos. No one had seen Winona’s sudden explosion coming, least of all Henrietta, who was momentarily stunned.
Shirley collapsed to the floor without a sound. Artina and her friends stood frozen, their minds struggling to process what had just happened. When reality finally set in, they started screaming.
“What are you doing?”
“Murder! She’s a murderer!”
“Shirley, are you okay?”
“Call an ambulance! Quick, call an ambulance!”
Henrietta pulled Winona behind her and asked in a low, calm voice, “How hard did you hit her?”
“Don’t worry,” Winona replied. “She’ll live.”
This was their chance to get out. With Shirley injured and on her way to the hospital, the confrontation would be over. Winona had been itching to do it from the start; if Henrietta hadn’t come back, Shirley would have been on the floor much sooner.
As the others scrambled in a panic, Winona whispered, “Let’s go?”
“Mr. Nash should have people on the way,” Henrietta murmured back.
Winona’s eyebrows shot up. “Holy crap.”
Henrietta patted her hand reassuringly. “As long as she’s not dead, we’ll be fine.”
“Right,” Winona nodded. That had been her plan all along. As long as there was no permanent damage, they could handle the fallout later. She had controlled her strength, making the attack look more dramatic than it actually was.
Sure enough, one of Artina’s friends cried out, “It’s okay, she’s not bleeding! It’s not serious.”
Still, they frantically dialed for an ambulance.
Winona, seizing the moment, picked up another bottle. “Anyone else want me to take a drink? Step right up.”
Her bravado actually seemed to intimidate the other girls, who fell silent for a moment before one of them stammered, “Are you crazy?! Bodyguards, grab her!”
Winona brandished the bottle, committing fully to her act of madness. “The next one who comes near me gets this!”
Two of the friends pointed at her, shouting, “You’ve gone too far!”

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