“You took your sweet time,” Ms. Borgia said to her coldly. “It’s after 11 o’clock.”
“I’m sorry, mistress,” Maureen whined softly. “I had to get gas and packing took a little while. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t know the s**t I had to take from Cindy Cupola. She’s on the f*****g list. I’ve been thinking what to do to her and I think I’ve come up with something exquisitely cruel.”
Ms. Borgia’s eyes seemed to go off into the distance as if she was visualizing Ms. Cupola’s fate. Then she turned her attention back to Maureen.
“Shut the f*****g door and come over to the side of my desk,” she spat out.
Maureen complied. When she had fulfilled her mistress’s instructions, Ms. Borgia took a good look at her. “Very nice,” she hummed. “And very appropriate for such a saucy slut like you. I can see your
