“How… how dare you!” he splutters. Pointing that whip right at his throat, Billie leans down just enough to be exactly at his eye level. “How. Dare. You. You fucking rat bastard.” Patrick’s hand falls across his chest in the most scandalized way. Every eye in the room is on Patrick and Billie. You could hear a pin drop. “You work for me. I gave you explicit instructions. I brushed off your small-man-syndrome chauvinistic comments to forge a working relationship. And what did you do?” “I will not allow you to talk to me this way, Wilhelmina. Though, it shouldn’t surprise me that Victor
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