"If I have to apologize for something I didn't do, then I'd rather clean the toilets!"
Elena's voice rang out, clear and unwavering as she spun on her heel, walking away without hesitation.
Nathaniel's jaw clenched tightly as he watched her retreating figure.
She'd rather scrub toilets than apologize? Unbelievable. His anger simmered, and his patience was wearing thin.
Liam quickly sensed the rising tension. "Alright, everyone, back to work! Show's over!" he said, dispersing the crowd that had gathered.
Nathaniel stood rooted in place, eyes fixed on the empty hallway. The stubborn defiance of that woman—how she'd refused to bend to his will—gnawed at him.
He was used to people obeying without question, especially those like her, who should know their place.
Gwendolyn, sensing his fr
