"Return it on my knees?"
Gigi Vance stared at Jack Brooks, blinking as if she had just heard a dog recite Shakespeare. Then, she burst into a peal of laughter that sounded like glass breaking.
"You really are delusional," she scoffed, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. "Forget about whether you 'give' or 'take' face. Look at yourself. You are a live-in son-in-law of a third-rate family. You have no status, no power, and no background."
She took a step closer, her heels clicking on the pavement. "What 'face' do you have to give me? You have nothing. You can only offer unconditional obedience."
She turned away, dismissing him as a clown. She looked at her mentor, Charles Lewis.
"Teacher," Gigi said respectfully. "Shall we grab some lunch before we head to the Zane Estate? There is a M
