(Gabriel)
“What the f**k is your problem?” I asked Olivia as soon as I made it to the dressing room. Olivia scowled at me, thinking that it would come off as scary, but to be honest, it was far from that.
“Problem? I don't have any.” Olivia replied as if she had no idea what I was talking about. She made a move to walk away, but I grabbed her hand, stopping her.
“You are not dancing, you were employed for one reason, don't make me regret it.” I threatened, but it didn't work on her. What can I say? Olivia was like a sister to me, I allowed her to work here because she wanted to find a way out of the pack and gain her freedom. She didn't need money, so I could fire her and she would be alright.
“I am a great dancer! Why should I waste my talent and do something that I don't like?” She
