Moon took a deep breath and turned to face him, her arms crossed. "What do you want to talk about, Mr. Viktor? I need to hurry and leave your house,"
Viktor's jaw tightened. "I don't have time for this, Moon. You're staying here for Candy."
Moon scoffed. "Candy?" She sighed, "Or yourself, Mr. Viktor; I know you don't care about me; you just want to keep me close and see me suffer to your satisfaction," Moon stared at him in distrust.
Viktor took a step closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I don't care? I just pulled you out of a place where your boss was assaulting you, and you're mad at me? Accusing me of shit?"
Moon lifted her chin. "I can fight my own battles."
Viktor let out a humorless laugh. "Right. That's why you were about to lose your job, right? Because you had everything under control?"
