Mildred frowned deeply. Her thick eyebrows pulled together in complete, bitter disappointment. Her sneaky plan had failed completely. The Lady had caught the figurine before it could hit the floor.
Camilla slowly stood up straight. She held the figurine in her hand. She did not smile. She looked directly at the young medical assistant.
Camilla glared at Mildred. Her eyes were entirely cold, sharp, and full of intense, open disgust. She looked at the assistant exactly like a person looking at a very annoying, dirty object.
Camilla spoke. Her voice was quiet, but it was sharp enough to cut through solid glass.
"Using such petty tricks to deal with me," Camilla said, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "Aren't you ashamed?"
Mildred swallowed hard. She took a tiny step backward, feeling the sudden, dangerous heat of the Lady's anger.
