"You slapped me?" She whispered in a trembling voice. When she looked up at him, a single tear rolled down her burning cheek. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of shock and anger.

"How dare you talk to me like that, you little brat. Do you know who I am?" The manager roared as his face turned a dark purple. He raised his hand again, as if he were ready to strike her a second time for even questioning him.

Tricia laughed. She was clutching her stomach, leaning into Desmond as if she had just watched the funniest movie in the world. "This is just the beginning." She mocked...