She's still not saying anything which for unknown reason, gnaw at me. I'm very interested in what she have to say after accusing me of slavery and b********y.
"Rule 13" I state and she looks up at me. Then blinks as memory of that rule take place in her. I'm genuinely surprised by her memory.
“I’d appreciate an apartment. Secured. Exclusive estate, please.” I take a sip of wine with an unintended chuckle.
“You’re in a precarious position to be negotiating, mia belle."
She looks at the center table. Dragging her nails against her wine glass.
“I know. It’s just...I’m living at work. It’s not a good look, going back there after being used all night.”
She says, hiding something. I don’t push. Her life isn’t my business. Though I know she’s been sleeping in the staff building, that she en
