““Lord?” “You’re done.” Bree’s dark eyes flew wide. “Done? You mean done for the day?” “Done. For good. Get your shit and get out.” Bree lost the innocent pose as she crossed her arms and stared me down. “Not until you tell me why.” In two long strides, I closed the distance between the register and me and pressed my hands to the counter. “I gave you a job. Gave you a paycheck you didn’t have to suck a dick to get. But that wasn’t enough for you. You had to have more, and instead of coming to me and asking for a raise, you decided to make it happen yourself.””
