Chapter 14

The food slid slowly down my face. I met Camille's glare, staying calm and composed. "I fell asleep last night," I said casually. "And did I give you permission to rest? "Max, you're my lapdog. Without my command, what right do you have to sleep?" She glared daggers at me, like she wanted to rip me apart. I ignored her words, simply waiting to see what she'd do next. "Ms. Layton, you're here! Please, calm down..." Vernon stepped in quickly, trying to lighten the pressure on me. But Camille didn't flinch. Her stare remained fixed on me. It was sharp and unyielding. Lately, I wasn't the same person I used to be. I'd pushed back again and again, and it was clearly getting under her skin. She was desperate to find a way to punish me. But after three years and all the lessons she'd thrown my way, I'd already been through hell. At this point, she probably didn't have any new tricks left to try. At last, she spoke. "What are you waiting for? Get to work! I'll be the one supervi