Chapter sixteen

She wasn't vulnerable, neither was she...submissive. Well, scratch the latter, for it was a requirement for a successful employer-employee relationship. 

Zaphrina had exited the heated study and was headed to her unit fuming red. She needed no one to tell her her ears had detonated a fountain of vapor.

Her heart felt heavy all of a sudden, must have magnetized some neighborhood hatred, ready for exhibition on just one person.

Was he going to use them for his own sick pleasure? He better not, she wouldn't let him rub mud in her face nor Intimidate her. No way. Her lips quietly carved the words. 

The last thing she would live to do was to let people of his caliber oppress her. They aren't born yet.

"Zaphrina?" 

The sudden audibility of the faintly familiar voice got her missing the last step, she swiftly attached both hands to the balustrade to prevent her face from the cold embrace of the marbles. A head snap to her left,