Jane jumps and then glares hotly when he slams his hand on her desk. It’s a threatening motion and it’s a tactic she knows is supposed to frighten her and keep her in line.

“There is no need to be violent,” she snaps, sitting up in her chair, lifting her chin proudly. “So I’d appreciate you keep control of your temper and your language. I have only been supportive because I was given no other alternatives. So if it’s not punishment, then it’s certainly coercion and forced labor.”