Direct confrontation
I drove directly to his house and marched up to his flat with a certain aim in mind. No more games and no more delays. I pressed the doorbell and waited, tapping my foot impatiently. The door creaked open, and there stood my brother, looking bewildered. Before he could speak, I entered. “We need to talk about Cassie,” I announced. He nodded, recognizing the urgency in my tone.
Direct Confrontation
No time wasted
When I arrived, I found him alone and immediately demanded to talk about Cassie. “What’s going on, Olivia?” he inquired. I did not hold back. “She’s been spreading lies about me,” I replied. His face became pallid. “Lies? “What are you talking about?” His disbelief echoed my irritation. I described the events, from the clothing fiasco to the most recent rumor. “Cassie’s intentions are harmful,” I concluded.
No Time Wasted
