No Hide-out

's past now. She sniveled hoping he wouldn't ask further questions. Damian nodded in concursion, "yes you're right, it's past now. I should stop talking about it although you never needed space but t

ar waiting outside. "I told you not to spend more than an hour there, " Mr Klaus ' voice was heard from his room. She had gone to report to him. He stood facing the glass window to view the cityscape, while she sat quietly on one of the armchairs, probably not breathing. He lit a cigar, "what's your plan?" Susan shivered at the question. Had he been through her mind? " Umm .. I really do not have any, you gave me everything I could ever boast of, I would prefer to live by your rules Bigshot." She added. She had learnt how to answer his unending questions and threats ever since she started working with the guys in the basement. He smirked, her response pleased him. "Any good news from that little boy?" He inquired. She went on to feed him on the proposal Damian made to her, but was careful as not to get herself in trouble. " He thinks he's smart, " he laughed. Get me my phone from the side stool, it's time I talk to him myself." She hurriedly gave him the phone then exited the room at the wave of his hand. Mr Klaus had picked her from the street when she was 17. She was sent out by her guardians on the news of her mother's death, because they had no other way to get her family to keep up with the monthly allowance. They couldn't afford to cater for another person's child, as there were so many mouths to feed. She had no place to call home or an idea on how to go back to her family. She roamed the streets of Plattsburgh, and was oriented to theft. One morning while taking a walk close to his plantation, he saw a group of teenagers reaching and pickin