"Quit!" Violet's sharp command cut through the small bedroom like a knife. She stood with her arms crossed, her face a mask of determination as she glared at Sarah and Oliver.
"Quit?" Oliver echoed, confusion evident in his tone. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your jobs," Violet said firmly. "I want you to quit immediately."
Sarah frowned. "Why? What's wrong with working? Mr. Rexter's been nothing but kind to us."
Violet clenched her fists, frustration bubbling under the surface. "You don't know him like I do. He's dangerous. I don't want either of you near him."
Oliver's expression darkened, his jaw tightening. "Dangerous? You're being dramatic, Violet. Just because you're working for some rich guy doesn't mean you get to boss us around."
"I'm not bossing you around!" Violet snapped, her voice rising. "I'm trying to protect you. He's not who you think he is."
