“Leave me alone,” she snapped, juking around around him on the sidewalk and hurrying away with a quick clack of heels.

“Missy, you really should listen to what I have to say,” Harold called after her.

Turning, she spat, “And why should I? You’re just a servant.”

“Exactly, a servant. Your father’s servant, and he said that you need to come with me now back to the house, or he is going to cut off your allowance again.”

Missy sighed, and then crossed her arms and pulled an exaggerated pout, before slowly following him back to the limo. Sometimes she hated being a billionaire’s daughter.


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