"Heh," Vivian strolled over to the edge of the bed, giving Sophia a disdainful kick. "If you think I'm your personal water-fetching maid, you've got another thing coming."

Vivian shot a disdainful look at Sophia, who was out cold, then glanced at the glass door leading to the balcony. They were up on the 32nd floor, and it'd be a piece of cake to get rid of this nasty piece of work by tossing her over the rail.

But Vivian didn't give in to the urge. She had standards and limits, ...