"Seraphina Sterling, don't say I'm picking on you or not giving you a way out of this!" As he spoke, one of Peter Quinn's cronies pulled out a professional-looking video camera and aimed it straight at Seraphina.
"Just kneel before this camera, apologize, repent to Mr. Quinn, and show your sincere remorse. If you do, I'll let you off the hook today!" Peter Quinn grinned with sinister arrogance, looking down at Seraphina with false pity, as if he were a god presiding over her fate.
"Let's put aside whether I'm the one who did this. Even if I were, are you sure you're not overstepping your authority? On what grounds are you qualified to punish me on behalf of Mr. Quinn?" Seraphina's lips curved into a faint smile, betraying no fear. 'She was twisting his words, framing his actions as an official punishment issued on Martin Quinn's behalf.'
