“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” Jeremy barked as if he knew what Lisa was thinking. “Let me remind you, your father owes millions. I could’ve let the collectors eat you alive. Did I make a mistake?”
Tears stung Lisa’s eyes.
“You’re nothing, Lisa,” he spat. “You’re just a failure wrapped in pretty fabric. I gave you a throne and you puked on it.”
Lisa sat still. “I will take care of it. I promise.”
“That’s what I want to hear. You see, because I gave you a throne, you forgot I am actually your Boss. You work for me, Lisa. I allow you all these extravagances because I expect something in return. I allowed you to have a driver. I allowed you to have a personal assistant so you'd feel important… but you let all that get into your head.” Jeremy tsked pitifully. “I'm disappointed.”
“I'm sorry.
