Chapter 99

Latisha put her finger in her mouth, the salty, metallic taste of blood spreading across her tongue.

"Hey, no slacking! If you can't do the job, then leave. Don't waste everyone's time!"

The stout woman in charge of the kitchen always seemed to notice the exact moment she paused, her eyes like a hawk's, constantly monitoring her.

Latisha remained crouched on the floor, biting her finger, not moving.

The woman was clearly acting on Clifford's orders. She made a show of scolding Latisha but never actually did anything, too afraid to cross a line. For all she knew, this was just some bizarre lover's quarrel between rich people. If she took it too far and they made up, she'd be the one to suffer.

"Did you hear me? Get up and start washing!"

Latisha finally looked up, her face a ghostly white.