I managed to walk back into the kitchen, my legs feeling like lead. I sat at one of the tables overlooking the outdoor patio, staring blankly at the horizon.
The scenery was beautiful, a sprawling masterpiece of nature and wealth, but my heart was a chaotic mess. The rejection letters in my inbox felt like a death sentence to my independence.
“Now, which moron let a filthy creature into the boss's house?”
I heard the gritty voice behind me before I saw him. I turned to look, and my stomach dropped. A man stood there, tall and hulking, his face twisted into a permanent sneer. He looked pissed for no reason other than my existence.
“Hey! You!” He barked at the kitchen staff, ignoring me as if I were a piece of furniture. “You let this pest into the house. You know what the rules are here
