I am standing with my head bowed down as Mrs. Macneil's scornful look pierced into me.
"The last time we talked, you were so brave and very confident to leave my son without my offer," she stands on her swivel chair and went towards me. "And now you're standing in front of me, asking for the money that I offered?" Her laughter echoes to the whole living room of the mansion.
I bit my lips and remained my eyes on the pair of my white rubber shoes, making friction against the white luxurious tiled floor of the house. I took a deep sigh and blink the tears away.
With full bravery, I lift my head to face Mrs. Macneil. I couldn't let myself be governed by my emotion. She can humiliate me until she's satisfied but I'm not gonna back down. I need the money. And I'm willing to take down my prid
