18| Short skirt.

The moment they were inside the office, he shot a glare at her, and she could see the fire blazing beneath his eyes.

But she refused to be intimidated by the dark look slated on his face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He flared up. "Who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me like that in front of my employees?"

She lifted her shoulder in a half-shrug and muttered. "I’m sorry."

She was far from being sorry. He started it, so he should be the one apologizing. She just had to say she was sorry in an attempt to salvage the situation and keep her job.

Axel pressed his lips tightly together, as he observed that she doesn’t say, "Sir."

"Ms. McBride, I don’t answer to you; you answer to me." He retorted, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. "And you would address me with respect!"

Respect is reciprocal. She would address him with respect only if he addressed her with respect, she wanted to say. But she restrained herself from spewing those words; they would only add