Serena’s pov
I barely had time to catch my breath before Damien scoffed, he crossed his arms as he looked me over like I was some incompetent fool.
"You sure you're fit for this job, Serena?" His tone was sharp, holding every bit of seriousness. "If you can’t even walk properly, how are you supposed to take care of anything else?"
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I forced myself to stay composed. He was my employer, I couldn't afford to snap back, no matter how much I wanted to.
"The floor was wet," I said evenly as my eyes landed on the bucket and mop which leaned casually against the corner of the staircase. It was clear that someone had been cleaning but left no warning sign.
He hummed, clearly unconvinced. "Stop coming up with excuses”. I bit the inside of my cheek.
"I am not
