Chapter 22

• Sunday blended quickly into Monday with a flurry of activity. I was kept very busy and in Joel's rooms. We hadn't really talked about my work schedule yet. As he left our rooms Joel had told me he had called in for me this morning. His arrogant assumption of my life really pissed me off.
• Shawna came up to discuss my schedule with me about mid-morning. According to her, I would be leaving Joel's apartment only under supervision and never leaving the den. My temper burst out of control and I yelled for Joel as loudly as I could. I carried my tantrum into the hall where Shawna dragged me back from the stunned guards.
• I continued to call for the bastard at the top of my lungs as she pulled me back through the doors. A small group of women stopped with arms full of laundry and watched my outburst, but I didn't care. Once Joel arrived, Shawna bowed politely and then slipped out the large double doors smirking.