"You arrogant, entitled jerk!" she spat. "You think you can treat people however you want, just because you have money and power? Well, you're wrong. I won't stand for it, and neither should anyone else."With that, Emily turned and walked away, her head held high. She knew that what she had done was risky and foolish, but at that moment, she didn't care. She refused to let Mr. Gabriel or anyone else make her feel small and insignificant.“This isn’t over, Emily.” He growled, silently vowing to hunt her down and make her life a living hell.Emily, still shaken from the incident with Mr. Gabriel, sat down by the sidewalk her shoulders hunched in frustration. She couldn’t believe she slapped one of the most influential man in Boston. She just had to lose her job tonight of all nights. The thought of her piling bills, her mother’s surgery and her job or lack of was just too much to handle. Screaming in frustration with tears streaming down her face, strangers cast her strange glances bu

For the second time that night, Emily’s breathe caught in her throat. All color washed from her face as Gabriel Specter, the man who had caused her so much pain stepped out of the shadows, suddenly standing in front of her with paint splattered hands. "G-good evening-g Mr. Specter," Emily hiccupped. She tried to stop herself from sounding anxious but it was almost impossible. Gabriel gestured, not answering. She gazed upward to try understand that it was the same Gabriel who embarrassed her previously. She felt thescorn bubbling up inside her. “You’ll refer to me as master from now on.” He said, clicking his tongue in disapproval.Emily didn’t know how to start. With an apology or more insults? Logic became fantasy. She couldn’t bring herself to apologize for slapping him, but she knew that she needed the money desperately.She told herself to get a grip, her mother’s life was far more precious than her pride. She decided to break the silence. “Mr. Specter, sorry Master-” He raised