An uncertain Minute.
Michael's POV.
Weak!
I expected much from her. This wasn't what Mr. Robertson promised me. I would have thought she would have stamina, balance at least.
But her knees wobbled as though her bones had been extracted from her body and left to tremble like a flaccid lump of flesh.
She continued sobbing quietly as she stared at me with innocent eyes. I couldn't tell what she expected from me. Maybe she thought I would cave if she continued flashing those doe eyes at me.
“Those maids had their lives,” she sniffled. “We don't have the right to take it from them like some cold-hearted brute,”
“Gosh! What was I thinking?” She exclaimed. Then, she fell into silence for a while.
“Are you done putting up a show?” I asked.
She looked up at me, her eyes widening in
