Violet didn't let Mr. Flint continue. She interrupted sharply, her voice steady and firm.
"We have an agreement! My father's debts are cleared as long as I work for Mr. Rexter!" Violet squared her shoulders, refusing to cower in front of the man who exuded nothing but malice.
Mr. Flint smirked, clearly unfazed by her defiance. "True," he drawled, taking slow steps further into the room and claiming the chair Violet had been sitting in. "But I heard you were fired. Quite a shock, considering that almost never happens." His tone dripped with amusement, the power dynamic he enjoyed making the air feel heavier.
Violet clenched her fists but stayed silent, her gaze cold.
Flint chuckled, gesturing lazily at his stony-faced bodyguards flanking him. "Now, I'm here to collect on Mr. Luke's new debt," he announced.
Violet felt a sickening weight settle in her chest. She didn't need to hear more to know what was coming.