Chapter 13 - The Unwavering Focus
Rosa sat crumpled on the hard floor, her knees pulled tightly to her chest in a defensive posture.
She pressed a trembling hand against her brightly reddened, intensely stinging cheek. Tears of sharp physical pain and overwhelming, paralyzing fear streamed rapidly down her face, staining her crisp white apron.
But despite the terrifying anger of the billionaire heiress towering over her, Rosa did not cower. She did not turn her head away in shame.
She did not offer a single apology for her insubordination.
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Instead, she slowly lowered her hand from her bruised face. With a violently trembling index finger, Rosa pointed directly and purposefully at the spilled milk pooling on the hardwood floor.
She couldn't find the words, so she forced the mother to look at the undeniable truth.
