I returned to my office and calmly washed my hands before finishing my work.
At first, I had no plans to take the matter any further.
But soon, the sound of someone shouting through a megaphone drifted up from the street below.
"Jacqueline Mistwood is a bond-breaker! She destroys mating bonds!"
The accusation was chanted over and over outside the corporate tower.
I walked out of my office, went down the elevator, and strode toward the commotion, while my colleagues stared in disbelief.
A middle-aged human woman was there, shouting her claims through a bullhorn.
I snatched it from her hands and demanded, "Who paid you to do this?"
The woman looked me over, her eyes widening as she recognized me.
"You must be Jacqueline, right?
"You home-wrecker! Shameless mistress! You've ruined a good man's life!"
"I'm here to get justice for the woman you've wronged!"
Before I could move, the woman lunged and tackled me to the ground.