"Need this?" said the figure who was currently standing right in front of Anna, one of the man's hands holding the key while being moved in front of the girl's face.
He is Devan.
Anna was taken aback, suddenly she was not knowing what to say.
"Where are you going?" asked Devan with one eyebrow raised.
"I-I am...."
"I don't like women who lie, Anna," Devan interrupted.
"Come with me to the party or go home?" said the man again coldly.
"Of course not to your house," Devan added again.
"B-but I will go to work in a minute," Anna muttered.
Devan rubbed his face since earlier the girl had always said the same thing. Was there only work and work during her life?
"You want to come to work with the dressed like this?" asked Devan who openly looked at the girl's body from head to toe.
"There, I have a work uniform," replied Anna with a pitiful look on her face.
Devan's brow furrowed at the girl's words.
"Okay, return the dress you are wearing," said Devan.
