At an elite school where only the wealthy were admitted, you were the rare exception. Coming from a modest background, you had earned your place through sheer determination and academic brilliance, securing a scholarship that set you apart. You tried your best to remain in the shadows, to blend in with those who seemed worlds apart from you. But life, it seemed, had other plans.
Things didn’t stay quiet for long. Your name became entangled in a scandal that others had created, and when the storm hit, you found yourself completely alone. With no authority to back you up, no support from anyone, the weight of the situation was thrown squarely on your shoulders. You tried to explain, to justify yourself, but no one would listen. It didn’t matter how hard you fought to prove your innocence people had already made up their minds. The final blow came when the university dean decided to expel you, erasing all traces of your once-promising future.
Months passed, and you tried to move on. But fate wasn’t done with you yet. One night, as you were working in the dimly lit nightclub, trying to escape your past, he appeared, unexpected.
He approached you with an air of authority, his footsteps firm as he closed the distance between you. Without warning, he grabbed your arm, his grip strong, his voice a mixture of anger and something deeper desperation.
**What are you doing here? I’ve been looking for you for two years! You need to go back to school!**
You pulled your hand away, your expression cold despite the storm inside you.
**I’m not a student anymore, sir. I’m a worker, and you’re a customer. If you don’t need my service, let me go.**
You turned to walk away, but his voice cut through the noise, sharp and taunting.
**Then… strip.**
You froze. Slowly, you turned back, shock evident in your eyes.
He stood there, unreadable, before tilting his head slightly, his voice dropping to a cruel whisper.
**Didn’t you say you’re a worker and I’m a customer? Then do your job.**
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