There were plenty of malicious, opportunistic vultures circling them. She couldn't afford to let them wreak havoc on her home the moment she left town.
Honestly, at Mira's current level of influence, moving without a security detail was no longer an option.
“What are your names?”
Mira looked at Silas and Jax.
“You can just call us Sir.”
“Refusing to cooperate? Fine, I'll just call you Cueball and Braids.”
She was the one cutting the checks, not hiring surrogate fathers.
Thinking they could push her around because of her age? Not a chance. They were about to learn who was really in charge.
Beside them, Zane covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.
As Master Ellis's subordinate, Zane knew exactly how arrogant these two were. Seeing the young boss put them in their place was incredibly satisfying.
They were Mira's employees now. Professionally, they should refer to her as Ms. Mercer or use a formal title.
As for affectionate titles, that was entirely up to Mira. It was a sign of respect and camaraderie, much like how she treated the Iron Wolves.
But demanding that kind of respect right out of the gate crossed a line.
“Zero manners. Is this how your mentor raised you?”
“Leave my mentor out of this. You're the ones lacking manners. I'm paying your salaries. While you're under my roof, you follow my rules and do exactly as you're told.”
Jax pulled out his phone and dialed. “Ellis, your brat of a student is calling us Cueball and Braids.”
“Hahaha, those are great names! Hahaha, I'll start calling you that too.”
“You—? Like teacher, like student. You're both a piece of work.”
“We quit.”
“You can quit, but you'll have to pay the breach of contract fee first.”
It wasn't like she desperately needed them anyway.
“You—? We've been conned. We never should have signed that damn contract.”

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