Chapter Hundred and Five
Matilda straightened, her fingers twitching at her sides as she stared back at him. "No, I haven't taken a break yet."
He glanced at her, eyes sharp. "There's no such thing as a break in this business."
She frowned, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "First off, I'm not in this business. Second, I think you're being way too hard on me. And third, is this all there is for you? This business?"
He didn't flinch, his voice was low but firm. "Matilda, one: you are in this business. Two: this is the easiest I've ever been. Three: this business is life."
She shook her head, exasperated. "You didn't answer any of my questions."
He didn't answer her either, only motioned toward the mat. "Check your stance. Take your first hit after the break. Come on, bring it in."
Without a word, she lowered herself to the floor, her frustration settling into a quiet, tight knot in her chest.
