"I'm here to pay my respects to Alexander Fraser." Iris said in a coy tone, almost childlike.

"I would have thought you were some sort of entertainment, I'm stuck with either a stripper or a clown. You're probably both." Derek said as Iris stood frozen in shock.

She looked around, nobody wanting to step in to defend her. Not even Ivan.

"Why—why are you being so vulgar?" Iris asked, her childish tone quivering, as if she was going to cry.

"When you humiliated Autumn just now, you didn't seem to care if she was hurt. How does it feel? How does it feel knowing your crappy antics doesn't work on...