She Watched. I Walked

Synopsis

"Sir, Ms. Blair said if you keep mouthing off to Mr. Brown, I'm supposed to break your legs." The butler stood on the steps, looking down at me like he was reading off a grocery list. "This is your food." A plate of sour, rotten pasta landed at my feet. "Spill it, and you're not eating for the next three days," he said. I didn't say a thing. Two bodyguards stood behind him, hands in their pockets, staring at me like I was some mutt locked in the yard. The butler turned to leave. I let out a laugh. "Hold up." He turned. Before he could open his mouth, I slapped him across the face. He froze in shock. Next thing, I drove my knee into him and sent him straight to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I grabbed his head and smashed it against the wall. "How dare you talk to me like that?" Then, a cold voice came from upstairs. "Jeff, have you lost your damn mind?" I looked up. My wife, Kyla Blair, stood under the light, her eyes full of disgust.