- You were hired to serve me, - the man said firmly. He hadn’t changed the wording on purpose—he could see it hurt me. Stopping, my employer slowly turned toward me. - If something doesn’t suit you, you know where the exit is! - he pinned me to the spot with his dark look.
Everything about it didn’t suit me! Absolutely everything! Even the tone he used when speaking to me! But where could I go? Once I was somewhere warm, I no longer wanted to go back into the street.
- You imagined it, - I said as calmly as I could. And inside my head the thought kept spinning that I needed to run from here. He is even more dangerous than my brother and the fiancé who never happened.