Test his patient.

"What the hell was that about?" Charles demanded, his voice laced with a cold edge, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

His fists clenched at his sides as he angrily continued his phrase.

"You spilled coffee on me, and I didn't react. You insulted me, and I let it slide. But why the hell did you have to pour water all over me?"

Charles voice wavered slightly—not with weakness, but with restrained anger.

His eyes locked onto Aubrey, searching for an explanation, for something that would make sense of the humiliation he had just endured.

Aubrey took a step back, gulping her saliva as she breathed in. "Next time, you lowlife should watch where you're going when you're working," Aubrey seethed, her tone dripping with disdain.

Charles scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief, but before he could respond, Freda let out a loud hiss.

"Who the fuck did you just call a lowlife?" she snapped, her fury igniting in an instant.