Chapter 11. Refusing to Bow

Ayana’s POV

You know, forget this acerbic, beamy smirk on my lips that is enough to light up this whole room. If only my child were not sleeping some distance away from me, this room’s walls would be shaking from the echoes of my hilarious laughter. Like, seriously? How absurd her stupid rhetorical questions can ever get!

How cliche!

Oh, I am supposed to care about them and their freaking situation? I should be crying and banging my boobs on the walls just because the company is going through a crisis? I should not have peace because they are not sleeping day and night thinking of solutions to get their fucking company on its feet again. Is that it?

Bingo! Fantastic!

How about me, huh? Who the hell cared about me when they robbed me of even my mere freedom and peace of mind? Who still cares about my state of mind and how I am holding up in this hell of a life, huh? Who cares to check whether I died in this cage or am still breathing? No freaking