“Well, aren’t you a sorry sight.”
Bianca froze at her father’s harsh voice. She stood, wrapped in a robe after a long shower to wash her humiliation down the drain. Her phone was barely able to call the driver to rescue her from the street. The hotel staff had looked at her with shock and pity. Even the one who she bullied for a door key couldn’t look her in the eye and ran away terrified. Maybe she thought she was next, that she was going to be fired.
Bianca wanted to rip all their eyes out. How dare they look at her with such expressions? How dare they laugh at her behind closed doors? One word from her and her father would buy out their cheap hotel and fire all of them.
“Father?” Bianca walked up to him, hugging herself.
When she was close enough, he lashed out, backhanding her and
