Olivia’s POV
I knew better than to take his words lightly. He seemed furious, and as such, I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do something that would teach me a lesson.
I could feel my breath cease for a moment as I held on to the sides of my uniform, waiting for him to say something or at least do something.
We stood there for a few moments, staring at each other, neither of us saying a word, and this was probably the punishment. Merely standing here, knowing he was going to do something, scared the hell out of me.
Gosh. This bastard certainly had his way with fear. I hated him.
I gulped. I couldn’t continue with this fear. Just as I parted my lips to speak, his hand came up.
“Get out,” he ordered coldly, and I stared at him, confused but more shocked.
He wasn’t going to punish me?
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