"So wait…let me get this straight. I'm not to talk to anyone or ask anything or go anywhere without your permission. Also apparently, I can't leave until I am dismissed like one of your lackeys. Is that right?" Her eyes narrowed. Cat's voice had grown gradually soft with each word.
He continued to just look at her in his calm and authoritarian don't-dare-to-mess-with-me way which infuriated her even more.
"You may be rich as Croesus and be able to get away with that king-of-all-I-survey attitude with your staff and colleagues. But I am not one of your lackeys, do you get that? I am here to do a job and I'll do it with or without your assistance. If you want my cooperation, you will explain why and if not, then go. To. Hell."
