Chapter 2: Just for a stupid coat?

Damien's guards threw Ivy into one of the flashy cars parked outside and closed the door leaving her alone with the driver.

"What's going on?" She banged the doors and tried to open it but couldn't.

Clark whispered something into the driver's ears. She tried to hear what he was saying but couldn't get a single word out.

"What're you doing? Where are you taking me?" She barked, demanding an answer but there was none forth coming.

The driver turned on the engine and started driving. Ivy became suddenly became scared. Where on Earth were they taking her?

Damien stood by a pillar alongside with Clark and Jones.

"You think she'll fall for it?" Jones asked.

"Trust me." Damien assured.

The car drove around the block for about 15 minutes with Ivy in it.

The car finally stopped and Ivy's wandering mind ceased.

"Where am I?" She asked but the driver only slid down the window to expose Damien leaning on the door just above her window. "Where am I?" She repeated.

"You're at the police station." He answered.

"Police station? What am I doing here?" She inquired.

"You spilled on my coat, you're lucky I didn't take you to get a severe punishment."

"But it was an accident." She defended and looked aside. "It's not like I'd ever want to spill on you. You're way too good for that." She muttered, hoping he didn't hear the last part.

"What was that?" He requested even after hearing everything clearly, but she kept quiet. "You're going to jail." He threatened

"But I didn't do anything!" She barked. She has quite a temper and it was currently rising to its max.

'She's got a hot temper, just like Flora' He smiled. 'Things are getting interesting'

"Why're you smiling? None of this is funny! I'm having a really bad day and it's all because of my clumsy self." She blamed herself while hoping he would change his mind, seeing her pathetic state.

Damien was silent for a while. He seems to have had some things in mind.

"Okay! Let's make a deal then." He suggested, piquing her interest.

"What deal?" She asked.

"You need money, right?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yes." She answered, not sure of whether to say the truth or lie.

"Then work for me as a maid and I won't take you to jail for my coat. Maybe along the line I'll think about paying you if your service is good." He offered.

Ivy blinked in disbelief.

'Being the maid of my role model? This is a dream come true but, I can't accept.' she sighed "Being your maid will be the last thing I'll ever think of doing." She feigned toughness.

As if expecting such a response, be added;

"I almost forgot to say, your imprisonment is for life."

"What?!" She exclaimed. "Just for a stupid coat? How much is it anyway?" She asked not expecting the cost.

"You want to pay?" He asked.

"I'll see to it. How much?" She asked confidently.

"3 million!" He answered and her mouth dropped unconsciously. Damien smiled at her reaction.

'Even if I work as a waiter, I'll be spending 3 years and 2 months all in the name of paying debt and miss out my chance of completing my studies.' she thought feeling broken. There was nothing she could do anymore, she had to agree to it.

"Your silence disapproves? You'll go to jail then." He concluded.

"Wait!" She said. "I'll do it." She agreed and his face turned neutral. "But I have a condition." She added.

'This girl has a condition, let me hear what it is.' He thought and have her a go ahead.