Reduced to a pawn

The mayor's features contort with anger, his face growing red with frustration and annoyance. He bangs his fist on the arm of his chair, his voice growing louder as he speaks.

"How dare you speak to me like that, you ungrateful girl! I have offered to help you, and this is how you repay me? With insolence and disrespect?"

Amber doesn't back down, meeting the mayor's gaze with a steely determination. She clenches her fists, her own frustration and anger rising in response.

"Oh, please. Don't act like you're some kind of benevolent saint, offering me help out of the goodness of your heart. You're just using me for your own gains, and you know it."

Amber stands up suddenly, her chair scraping against the floor. She grabs her bag, her anger and frustration palpable in every movement. Without a word, she turns and storms out of the room, leaving the mayor and Isabelle behind, both of their expressions a mix of shock and dumbfoundedness.

Isabelle and the mayor are left in stunned silence, both watching in disbelief as Amber storms out of the room. The grandfather clock in the corner keeps ticking, counting out the moments of stunned silence. Isabelle seems amused by the situation, a small smile playing on her lips, while the mayor looks dumbfounded and shocked.

Isabelle speaks up, her tone confident and self-assured. She glances at her father, a smile on her lips, reassuring him.

"Don't worry, father. I have a feeling she'll come around soon enough. She just needs a little guidance and a firm hand, and I know exactly how to tame her."

The mayor looks at Isabelle, his expression still somewhat shocked and impressed. He seems relieved that his daughter has it handled, and a flicker of a smile crosses his face.

"Well, I certainly hope so. Your methods do tend to be... persuasive, to say the least."

Isabelle smiles at her father's comment, a hint of satisfaction on her face. She knows she has a way of getting what she wants, and she's confident she can handle Amber just as effectively.

"Don't worry, I have my ways. She'll be eating out of my hand in no time. Trust me, I know how to deal with difficult people."

The mayor nods, seemingly convinced that his daughter has things under control. Isabelle sits back in her chair, a smug smile on her face, as if she's already mentally crafting her plan to tame Amber.

"Alright, I'll leave her to you. I have faith in your abilities."

Isabelle grins, clearly relishing the challenge. She loves a good power play and is enjoying the prospect of taming Amber.

"You won't be disappointed, father. I'll make sure she fits right into our little scheme."

Isabelle nods, her smile still firmly in place. She's already got a few ideas brewing in her mind, and she can't wait to put her plan into action.

"Of course, father. I'll keep you informed every step of the way."

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Amber storms out of the room, her anger and frustration coursing through her. She slams the door behind her, the sound echoing through the empty halls. As she walks down the hall, she mutters to herself, still seething with anger.

"I can't believe the nerve of those people, trying to control and manipulate me like I'm some kind of puppet on a string. It's outrageous."

Amber continues to grumble to herself, her thoughts racing as she walks. She's feeling frustrated and powerless, like she's been taken advantage of by the mayor and his daughter. She knows she's been backed into a corner, and the thought of having to work at The Velvet Lounge bar, just to get close to De-Martin, makes her blood boil even more.

Amber's irritation continues to build as she imagines the indignity of having to work at a bar, trying to get close to De-Martin on his terms. It feels like she's being reduced to a pawn in a game she didn't even want to play. She clenches her fists, her anger reaching a boiling point.

As Amber thinks about the situation, she begins to feel a sense of defiance and determination. She may have been manipulated into this situation, but that doesn't mean she's going to play their games like a puppet. She has her own agenda, and she's not about to let them tell her what to do.

Amber's thoughts continue to race as she walks. She knows that the mayor and Isabelle are likely to try and strongarm her into working at The Velvet Lounge bar, but she's determined not to give in so easily. She can't shake the feeling of being used, and the thought of being at their mercy makes her blood boil. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the battle ahead.

Amber continues to walk, her mind whirling with thoughts and plans. She's angry at being caught in this situation, but she's also determined to find a way out. She can't shake the feeling of being used, of being backed into a corner with no options. The thought of having to give in to the mayor and Isabelle's demands fills her with frustration and determination. With a deep breath, she continues to walk, her jaw set and her eyes focused on the path ahead.

As Amber storms down the hallway, her mind continues to race, filled with thoughts and emotions. She's angry at being put in this situation, and the thought of having to give in to the mayor and Isabelle's plans makes her skin crawl. She feels trapped, like a pawn being manipulated by a pair of shadowy masterminds, and she can't shake the feeling of helplessness.

Amber hails a taxi and gives the driver the address of the apartment she'll be renting. With a nod, she climbs into the backseat, and the taxi takes off towards her destination. As the city whizzes by outside the window, Amber's thoughts turn to the upcoming meeting with the apartment's owner, and she can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. The taxi travels through the city, weaving through traffic, and soon enough, it pulls up to a decent-looking apartment building.

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