Cold and ruthless to those she controls and loyal and kind to those who are above—this was the type of woman Sara was. No nonsense, blunt, and bold, there was no way you were getting out of this. You belonged to her; you were her slave. You had to do as she asked. You would kill yourself in a heartbeat if she asked you to, not because you liked her, but because she was too powerful for you to resist.

"Get back to fucking work. I didn't say you could slack off."