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Fred looked startled towards the audience, seemingly searching for the person who called him. I continued sitting, giving him a stern look and waiting for him to respond to me.

"Who wants to speak with me?" Fred asked, appearing curious.

The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to me. I kept staring at Fred, with a determined expression on my face, ready to confront him.

Finally, Fred seemed to notice me, and his eyes met mine. There was a mix of confusion and recognition in his gaze, as if he was trying to remember where he knew me from.

"Luana Andrade," I replied firmly, standing up from my chair. "Do you remember that name, Fred Oliver?"

The audience was now clearly interested in what was happening. Some whispers and murmurs began to spread as Fred tried to process the situation.

"Luana Andrade," he repeated, narrowing his eyes as he tried to connect the dots. "I'm sorry, but I'm not remembering..."

"Of course, you don't remember," I said with a touch of sarcasm. "Because, to you, I was nothing more than a scholarship student you heartlessly cut off."

The tension in the room increased as people realized what was going on. Fred now looked uncomfortable, knowing he was surrounded by everyone's attention.

"Come on, Fred," I continued, my voice trembling with contained anger. "You may not remember my face, but I remember you and what you did. You destroyed my future, and now you have to face the consequences of that."

Fred Oliver was cornered, and I was determined to make him recognize the impact of his actions on my life.

"How did I cut your scholarship? I'm sure there's some mistake in this information, ma'am," he replied, still confused.

Before I could walk towards the stage, my friends held me back.

"Nana, please, don't continue," Helô pleaded.

I didn't listen to anyone; I was blinded by rage and wanted to confront Fred no matter what. Nothing would stop me. I approached the stage and continued.

"How dare you deny it, Fred Oliver?" I exclaimed with fury, ignoring Helô and my friends' pleas as they tried to hold me back. "Do you think you can just cut someone's scholarship and move on with your life as if nothing happened?"

The audience was now completely engrossed in the scene, and there was a growing murmur as people tried to understand what was going on.

Fred seemed to be struggling to find a response, his expression alternating between confusion and concern.

"I think there's a misunderstanding here," he finally said, his voice sounding uncertain. "I really don't remember cutting anyone's scholarship."

"Oh, you don't remember?" I shouted, my anger boiling. "Of course, it's easy for you to forget the life you destroyed. But I never forgot. You ruined my dreams, Fred Oliver!"

The words poured out of me like a torrent, and I couldn't stop. My friends kept trying to restrain me, but I was determined to make Fred face the truth.

"It was you," I continued, my voice lower but loaded with emotion. "You took away my scholarship, and I had to leave college. My whole life changed because of you."

Fred finally seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation, and his eyes filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice full of regret. "If I really did something so terrible, I apologize from the bottom of my heart. But I don't remember it."

I knew confronting Fred wouldn't solve all my problems, but at least he was starting to acknowledge the pain he had caused. I looked around and realized the whole room was watching our conversation with interest.

"I just wanted you to know what you did," I said, my voice calmer now. "And I hope you think twice before harming someone else's life in the future."

With those words, I turned and left the venue, leaving behind a stunned Fred Oliver and a silent audience. My friends followed me, and as we exited, I finally felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. I had confronted my enemy, and he knew what he had done.

I walked as quickly as possible; I didn't want to hear any questions from my friends.

I entered a random room and waited until they couldn't find me. When I was sure they wouldn't, I headed to the parking lot. However, as soon as I saw Fred's car parked in front of me, a crazy idea crossed my mind.

I grabbed the key to my car and started scratching that jerk's car. After scratching the side of the car, I took out my lipstick and began writing some insults. But before I could finish, the car's window started to lower, revealing a furious-looking Fred, who couldn't comprehend what I was doing.

My heart raced when I saw Fred's car window lowering, revealing his furious gaze. It was as if I had been caught in the act and had nowhere to run.

Fred stepped out of the car and approached me, his expression a mix of shock and indignation. He looked at the damage I had done to his car and then at the offensive words I had written with my lipstick.

"What are you doing, girl?" he asked, his voice incredulous.

I had no words to explain my impulsive and angry behavior. At that moment, all I could think about was how much he had ruined my life, and this was my inappropriate way of venting my frustration.

"You ruined my life," I muttered, my voice laden with emotion. "You deserve at least a little of what I went through."

Fred looked confused, as if he were still trying to understand the reason for my anger. He glanced at me for a moment before sighing deeply.

"I know I can't change what happened in the past," he said sincerely. "But I truly am sorry for any pain I may have caused you. Destroying my car won't change what happened; I really don't know what you're talking about."

Is he calling me crazy? This guy has no idea who he's messing with.

"You will pay for what you did to me, Fred Oliver!" I exclaimed, feeling the anger consume me once again.

"Do whatever you think is best, girl, but I have no idea what you're talking about. My company has never cut anyone's scholarship. And now I need to go," he said, turning to leave.

This guy is trying to play dumb, pretending not to know what I'm talking about. I don't know why I looked inside his car and saw handcuffs on the car seat.

In a quick move, I grabbed the handcuffs and put them on his wrist, connecting them to mine when he threatened to leave without admitting his mistake.

My impulsive actions surprised me as much as Fred. I didn't plan to use the handcuffs I found in his car, but in the heat of the moment, my anger and determination led me to do so. Now, Fred and I were physically connected by the handcuffs, and he had no choice but to face the situation I was creating.

Fred looked at the handcuffs in shock, his eyes widening in surprise. He tried to pull his arm, but the handcuffs were firm around our wrists.

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed, clearly bewildered.

"You will listen to what I have to say, Fred Oliver!" I said firmly. "I won't let you leave until you admit what you did to my scholarship."

Fred now seemed more worried than angry. He looked around, realizing that we were attracting the attention of onlookers in the parking lot.

"This isn't the way to resolve things," he replied, trying to stay calm.

"I had no choice," I retorted, my anger still present. "You're pretending not to know what I'm talking about, and I won't let you get away with it."

"Girl, what madness is this? Why did you do this? I don't have the key to these handcuffs."

How does someone walk around with handcuffs without the keys?

The situation I had created was becoming increasingly awkward and complicated. Fred Oliver looked at the handcuffs on his wrists with an expression of anger and disbelief, making it clear that he didn't have the key to unlock them.

I was beginning to realize that my impulsive actions were leading to a difficult situation to untangle, and the curious glances from people around us only made everything worse.

"Girl, what madness is this?" Fred repeated, visibly frustrated. "Why did you do this? I don't have the key to these handcuffs."

I felt cornered for a moment. My initial anger had driven me to act impulsively, but now I was starting to realize that I hadn't thought through the consequences of this action. Not only were we stuck together, but we were also in a public parking lot, and the situation was becoming increasingly embarrassing.

I had to find a way to resolve this without completely losing my composure.

"Look, Fred, I understand that this was a mistake," I said, trying to stay calm. "I was just so upset about what happened in the past, and my anger got the best of me. Let's find a way to sort this out, okay?"

"I have a meeting now. What are we going to do?" he said, looking more irritated at having remembered the meeting. Now, we're in trouble!

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