Damien was in his study when Donna came in.
He looked at her woman, wearing his shirt and nothing else.
“Master, can I ask you something?” Donna asked, looking down.
At last, she is asking, Damien thought.
It was the first time she had asked for something. Maybe she gets the idea of how rich he is.
“Yes. Ask me anything?” he said smugly.
“Can I invite Bethy for lunch?” Donna asked.
Bethy? Lunch? What that has to do with anything? This girl, he winced in his mind.
“Can I?” Donna asked.
‘Can I f**k you?’ Damien thought.
“Okay. You can” Damien said without meaning it.
Donna keenly passed away to the hall, searching for the head maid.
Seeing Donna coming her way, the head maid passed an ear to ear smile. Donna fascinated her. It was not like she cannot see Donna's in-ruled way of
