Hearing her refer to Brendan as her boss made my blood boil. She had no business slaving and serving people. My princess doesn’t have to do any of this shit. My princess needs to sit on her throne while people serve her. I studied my hand as Brendan picked his cards up. “Fire her.” “Fire who?” he asked, knitting his brows in confusion. “The girl.” “What girl, Steel?” he questioned. “The one that was just here.”
