Lionel's heart got shredded to pieces. He says he loves her and here she is wanting for help from him and yet he… He couldn't even help her.
Brie smiled and waved her hands. Although she couldn't hide the disappointment from her eyes. "It's okay. I just have another year or two left in the contract… so…" she scratched her head and walked back to the bar.
Lionel rubbed his forehead. She has three years left. She was sixteen when she signed the contract for twenty years. She's thirty three.
"If you don't want to do this you shouldn't," he said.
Her hands holding the whiskey bottle shook and with a thud she placed the glass on the table.
Lionel bit his tongue. It's not like she entered the contract because she wanted to. She thought she didn't have a choice and she was coerced to sign the deal. And she's been exploited all her adult life when she should have had fun.
