Joyce blinked, stunned. Her green eyes looked like they were about to jump right out of her face. Her swollen lips from her recent filler were parted in a perfect little “O.” She stared at me like I had just pulled down my pants and taken a s**t right on top of her desk.
She took a long, deep breath, lifted her chin, and then—
“I never want to see you set foot in this agen—”
But I cut her off first.
“I quit this shithole.”
I grabbed my bag from the top of my desk and turned my back on her, but not before throwing Victor a wink. He was staring at me like I was some knight in shining armor.
“Good luck finding another slave.”
Every eye in the agency turned toward me as I walked past the desks with determined steps and a smile that could have easily gotten me mistaken for the Joker. My
