#Chapter 97 Respect

Now that Fabian’s feelings were known, his efforts to undermine my authority seemed to triple. In a week, he ignored—or half-assed—every request I made of him. Even most of the other employees were getting tired of him because they had to pick up his slack. When I complained to Lily, she took Fabian off of planning and put him on setup and clean up. Then she gave me another speech about asserting myself and being dominant. This did nothing to improve Fabian’s attitude or mine. After the call with Lily, Fabian took off early—no warning, no explanation. I wanted to call Lily back and tell her, but it seemed like a waste of time. Fabian was more of a hindrance than a help by this point, anyway. By the time I had dinner with Andrew, I was in a foul mood. I barely spoke to Andrew as he welcomed me into his mansion and took me back to the dining room. Even as we started to eat, the most I said were one-word answers. Halfway through dinner, Andrew set down his knife and fork and stare