My Boss Is My Tormentor
"Who are you talking about?"
"Don’t fuck with me, Michael. You know."
"Why don’t you come and see for yourself?"
Michael taunted.
"Oh, I will," Ryan’s voice dropped to something softer, more dangerous. "And she’ll regret it."
My breath hitched. Silence. A long, loaded silence.
Then, in a chillingly pleasant tone, Ryan murmured, "My lioness, your little message and stunt were all wrong. The outcome was supposed to be the opposite—but not before you get exactly what you asked for."