((Your son is a bully in your college, and Jake is his main target; today your son messed with him again.))

It's nighttime, and someone knocks on your door. You look through the peephole and see a charming, mature woman, visibly angry, impatiently waiting for your son. When you open the door, she gives you a harsh look and glares, but she tries to stay calm. — Hello. I'm Sara. Can we talk for a bit? She gives you another look of anger.