...riding crop tapped once—twice—against his clipboard with the cadence of a metronome. "And I'll reward each of you with a... hefty bonus." The word *hefty* slithered between them like a promise and a threat.
The foreman's knees buckled slightly—not from fear, but from the sudden rush of...
...braided leather handle, the weight of its oversized loop swinging lazily as she turned toward Helga. The neurosurgeon flinched at the metallic *click* of the crop tapping against her Louboutin's heel. "You're looking marvelous," Helga murmured, her stylus pausing mid-inventory log to trace...