I stood there, staring at the four Valentine sisters, my brain completely failing to process what just happened.
I'd been set up from the beginning. They never intended this to be a fair game—it was a trap to get me to agree to unlimited favors.
My one defense against the chaos that came with working for this family had been stripped away in less than thirty minutes.
"So I get nothing?"
"You get the valuable experience of learning not to underestimate us," Vivienne said.
The real Harlow bounced up from her seat, dropping the Sabrina act completely. "That was so much fun! I haven't done that since we were little! Did you see his face when he realized he got them all wrong? It was like—" She made an exaggerated shocked expression that I'm sure looked nothing like my actual face.
"You know," Cassidy said, stretching like a cat who'd just caught a particularly juicy mouse, "we should decide what our favors are going to be. I've got some ideas already."
