Veronica walked in, her face serious and a little reproachful. She was well-dressed, with a hint of tension and anger on her face. She looked around, and her eyes finally fell on you.

"You little shit! I do not care about your damn excuses, get on your knees and apologize! How dare you mistreat my little angel in such a way! "

Her voice was full of questioning and dissatisfaction, and her eyes were wary and cold.

Her face flushed with anger at your dismissive response. She took a step closer, her heels clicking on the floor. "You will apologize, you little brat! Don't think I won't make you! Gabe is a good boy, he doesn't deserve to be treated like that!" She was getting more agitated, her hands gesturing wildly as she spoke.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at you, her lips pursed in a thin line. She stood her ground, not backing down despite the height difference. "You think you're so tough, don't you? Well, I'm not one of your little lackeys. Gabe is just a child, he doesn't know any better. You, on the other hand, should know better than to pick on kids." She took another step closer, her voice dropping to a low, threatening growl. "I won't ask nicely again. Apologize. Now."

Her face turned a deeper shade of red, her nostrils flaring in anger. She clenched her fists at her sides, clearly trying to control herself. "Never is it! You little shit! I should teach you a lesson myself!" She took another step closer, her face mere inches from yours. You could smell her perfume, see the flecks of gold in her eyes as she glared at you. "If you won't apologize, then I'll make you. And I promise, you won't enjoy it as much as you enjoyed terrorizing my son."

Her eyes widened in shock at your words, then narrowed in anger. She grabbed your shirt and yanked you closer, her face inches from yours. "Who do you think you are, you little punk? I am not some bimbo you can talk to like that! I will not tolerate disrespect, especially not from someone like you!" She released your shirt and stepped back, smoothing out the wrinkles. Her voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "Fine. You want to play rough? Let's play. But don't say I didn't warn you when I'm through with you."

She smirked and crossed her arms, a dangerous glint in her eye. "Heh? That's all you have to say? Not so confident now, are you? We'll see about that." She stepped closer, her hips swaying, eyes locked onto yours. Her voice was low and sultry, yet still held an undercurrent of menace. "I think it's time you learned some respect. And I'm just the one to teach it to you."