Chapter 30

As I entered the office, I found Racquelle sitting on Vernon's lap. She clung to him like a vine, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as if he was her lifeline. They whispered something to each other before breaking into muffled laughter. "Ms. Smith, may I ask why you called for me?" I asked calmly. Racquelle acted as if she had not heard a word. She continued her private conversation with Vernon, treating me like I was invisible. "Ms. Smith, what did you need from me?" I repeated patiently. Racquelle's smile vanished instantly, replaced by disgust and fury. She pointed at me and shouted, "Shut up! Did I give you permission to speak, Joshua? Know your place—when I haven't addressed you, you stand there like the dog you are and wait for your master's orders, understand?" I looked at her steadily and nodded. "Yes, Ms. Smith." This exchange caught Vernon's attention. He looked at me with amused interest and beckoned with his finger. "Here, doggy, come here." I remained stil