Veronica clutched the spoon of ice cream she hadn't touched since earlier. It had started to melt, dripping between her fingers, but she didn't even notice. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.
"Don't you have a lot of people?" she finally asked, her voice slightly trembling. "Subordinates, chefs, servants. Can't you trust them either?"
Daxter gave a small smile without taking his eyes off the iPad in his hand. "I'm just an employee, not the boss. I don't have people like that."
"But back then…" Veronica's words trailed off, her voice weakening. Her memories ran wild, crashing into the walls of logic. She didn't want to remember the moment when Daxter had threatened to kill her father just to make her submit.
"When was that?" Daxter asked, this time looking directly at her. His gaze was sharp, piercing.
Veronica swallowed hard. "When you threatened me… using my father as leverage," she whispered, barely audible.
