Cameron acted as if it was a regular day, because for her it was. It was the same thing she had grown up with and it was the way she lived her life. She decided to wear black slacks and a nice blouse seeing as she was only viewing the fight.<br/><br/>Cam made her way to where Griffin stayed and without word motioned him to follow. She couldn't even speak to him. She was furious that Gilriffin thought he could dismiss her so easily like he did the other day. Just because she gave a little leeway when it came to her fighters doesn't mean she doesn't own them and it doesn't change that she is there master. She sent Griffin a glare he reserved for the scum on the street.<br/><br/>When Cam came to the elevators up I her private box he tried to remain discreet. She wasn't very fond of the attention being a master gave you. It made you cocky and full of yourself. Thats the moment when the world shows how hateful it really is. When you think you're strong it nocks you down till you're nothing.<br/><br/>Flashes of her dads still body rushed through her mind. She tried blocking them out by it qaa no use. She would always remember the sight of her father crumpled on the ground, weak. She vowed it would never happen again.<br/><br/>As she rose to her box she smiled at the audience and waved like a good master. The audience is key she told herself. She made her way to her chair and sat down before looking over at Griffin.<br/><br/>"You ever disrespect me like you did the other day again, we won't wait for the day you die in the Furnace. Remember you are mine, I own you." She whispers with a cold tone, but she never stops smiling.