68 Maids and Princesses

A pair of muffled voices conversed about outside, but from the sound of it, one voice seemed to be doing most the talking. Reed pressed his head against his room door and heard a rough, one-sided conversation in progression — not of the pleasant kind.

He knew that cold, strict tone… After all, he'd grown up listening indifferent, condemning tone all his life. It was the sound of someone oppressing another person. It disgusted Reed to the core…

His former employer, Mr. Santo, loved talking to him as if were an incompetent, useless miscreant...

"Are ya' done copying those scrolls, brat?! If don't finish by midday, you can forget about getting paid!"

The fat bastard, Legatos, who owned the local bakery considered it beneath him to even sell him loaves of bread, even if he had the money... Instead, he would only sell him half-eaten loaves.