RUBY

“You underestimate Ms. Zoey, you little bitch,” the man’s voice rose. He snatched my bag from me and rummaged through it.

“What’s the point of you doing this? I told you the truth,” I said.

Not satisfied with my explanation, he pushed my body, and my butt hit the ground quite hard. I screamed in surprise with a groan of pain, “Today’s customers didn’t give me tips. There’s no point in you hurting me, if I don’t have money. Today, it doesn’t mean ...