"Does me being your bodyguard give you the right to steal my ideas without receiving credit?"
Maya glances at him over her shoulder with an ugly sneer.
"You should be grateful that I'm even using your ideas. It's the least a peasant like you can do for your betters."
There was a few seconds of silence, with only the sounds of Maya's clacking hell echoing through the hallway as they walked towards the elevator. Maya assumed that she had put Sebastian in his place, until she heard him speak once again.
"You look down on the poor. You sneer at them over your nose from your high horse, as if your position of privilege make you better than them, as if you were they world itself and we are nothing."
Maya's hackles rose in indignation. She felt as if Sebastian was trying to challenge her, and she felt the beginnings of rage stirring in her veins. She stopped In her tracks and whirled around to face him.
