The restaurant manager stepped forward, his face stern with authority. "Sir, I don't care what excuses you have. Look at this poor woman."
Zara clutched her torn dress tighter, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please don't make me relive it," she whispered. "He's trying to intimidate me now."
A middle-aged woman at a nearby table stood up, her voice sharp with indignation. "You should be ashamed of yourself! Attacking a defenseless woman!"
"Call the police immediately," demanded the large man who had first confronted me. "This predator needs to be arrested."
I remained calm, holding my phone steady. "I suggest everyone listen to this recording before making any judgments."
"No one wants to hear your lies," the manager snapped. "Security, escort this man out."
The two guards moved toward me, but I raised my free hand. "Three minutes. Give me three minutes to play this recording, and then I'll leave willingly if you still want me to."
