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remember watching those people of high status stroll by, dressed in their fine clothes, noses in the air, like they were untouchable. Back then, I thought they were

ome a king. But the truth is, it's all a façade. Respect, money, power-none of it meant a damn thing. Sure, I've got comfort, and nobody dared to laugh at me now, but where's the excitement

ghts. I was here to make a deal with Caesar, one of t

open, something unex

lf with a grace that didn't fit the scene. She was beautiful, perfect even, but it was obvious-she was running from

tepped out of the elev

onto my leg like it was a lifeline. Her grip was tight, her hands trembli

e save me from this hell," she sobbed,

wling under my skin, making me recoil. I hated it when people begged, when the

n a whisper, but it carried the weight of venom, the

he di

whatever you want me to if you do

n't hear the warning in my tone or chose to ignore it. That onl

ed, kicking her hand away with a force that se

abbed my leg again, her voice a desperate plea

I despised-people who could not stand on their own two feet. But her persistence, her nerve-wracking insistence, began to gnaw at me. It was t

h to steady myself. When I opened the

neck, lifting her off the ground as her eyes widened in sh

do you?" I snarled,

like you, and trust me, they alway

e pressure of my hand around her throat. "Please...

tic attempt to manipulate me, to get what she wanted by playing the victim. I w

, their faces a mixture of urgency

them said with a smirk,

e, a twisted sense of pleas

logise for the inconvenience, sir. She's one

't just running from troubl

ight on the job. Most of the new girl

the guards immediately stepped in, seizing

ut her cries echoed through the cor