Chapter 18

HARLEY

Susan walked in.

She was tall and imposing, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. She was dressed in a crisp pantsuit, and her eyes were hard.

"What are you doing?" she snapped at me, her voice cold. "Get up and get to work! There's no time for lounging around."

I stood up quickly, feeling like a child being scolded.

"Sorry," I mumbled, my voice meek. "I was just -"

"I don't care what you were doing," the woman said, her voice cutting me off. "What I care about is getting lunch on the table. There's no time to waste."

I looked down at my feet, feeling small and embarrassed.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I was still not feeling to well. My body was still weak so I couldn’t argue with Susan.

If I did, I knew what she was capable of doing. She might hurt me as there was no one home.

Just me and her, alone.

"And, you better make sure lunch is ready before I get home," Susan said, her voice stern. "You know how important it is to me to have everything done