“Nothing”

“Can I leave?” I question, urgently.

“No, you know you don't, you work for me, and you will leave when I decide”

“OK” I let out my breath, there is anger in my system, contained fury that I don't release because it won't be good for me.

"You can sit on the floor, I'll finish" he says and it couldn't be more humiliating.

I'm not going to lie down on my buttocks and wait for the young man to finish eating.

“No, I'm fine like this” He doesn't say anything else.

Another moment passes and