Don’t you dare…
She doesn’t. She pauses and touches her face. I’d love to do the same, but I’d slap her first. She starts talking again. This time she doesn’t sound angry but her voice is shaky. I hope she is not going to cry because that won’t work on me.
“Is that what you do? Humiliate people if they don’t obey? You start ordering me around if I don’t sleep with you? You send me money and order me to go to Riyadh? What are you thinking?! You signed my contract, which specifies my fee. Please just pay me the sum I worked for.”
Fucking hell!
Her words actually make me feel guilty even though I didn’t even know such a feeling existed. I swallow hard but I can’t bring myself to hurt her. She is not disrespectful; she’s simply following my lead. Which is bad enough, but I feel too close t
