"Please come in, the door is open."
Hardly had the words left her mouth when the door swung open and in walked or rather marched what Grace would best describe as a red haired devil judging from the look on her face.
The lady walked over to Grace, each step echoing on the tiled floor and stared at Grace condescendingly.
Grace returned the look with an equally undaunting gaze, matching her mocking gaze with confidence.
"Who are you and may I know what I can do for you?"
"The lady's lips curled in disgust as she took in the sight of Grace in the wheelchair.
"What possibly can a cripple do for me?" the lady sneered, her words dripping with sarcasm.
'I thought I was actually up against something, I didn't know that useless maid had to call me over a mere cripple who can't even "stand up" to me,' Cory Beaumont couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
