8: Nothing To Think About

Camilla Letting out a gasp, I rose from the bed immediately. Justin moved backwards after he had received that hard  punch, now I was wondering who did it. No doubt it was Shawn. When I wakes closer to the door, I saw Matt, our driver. He had his first clenched and his face was looking a little bit terrified, like he was being forced to do this or something. "Why did you do that, huh? Tell me." I barked at him. "I'm sorry, ma'am. But the boss told me to wait here and hit any man that comes out of the room," he replied politely. "Oh my gosh," I whispered to myself, rolling my eyes. I was getting sick of that idiot. "Where is he now?" I asked Matt. "He should be downstairs." "Right here," Shawn replied, walking towards us with a smirk on his face. "Nice job, Matt. You're getting three times your salary. You may go now." Matt nodded and left. "Seriously? This is what you're going to do now? Pay people to get your dirt works done for you?" I crossed my arms, glaring at him. "If y