Kimberly Richards was washing dishes, halfway through when she saw the big double doors swing open and an angry faced Lucas is standing by the door staring at her with flared nostrils and an angry scorn on his face.
"Stop washing those damn plates," he orders once, the plate she had on her hand slip and fall to the ground from how hard she had her hands shivering.
"This is my punishment," she tries explaining, still scared the manager will get mad at her.
Lucas snorts, walks to her and snatched her hand carefully side stepping her to avoid the broking shreds of glasses.
"I am the only one who has the right to punish you, now, stay here, I need answers to what happened here," he says his eyes looming against her face.
Kimberly shrugs, not knowing what to say, nor how to even addre
