C42 Unbought, Unbowed

Come with me.” Anthony’s voice was low, commanding, yet smooth, like silk sliding over steel.

“Why should I?” she shot back, eyes narrowed, her stance unyielding.

“Because it’s your job,” he said, the edge in his tone unmistakable. “You work here or would you prefer I take this up with Alvin?”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t answer. Instead