Living With My Lady Boss

Sylvia said nothing more, grabbing Wilbur's pack of cigarettes on the table and smoking one.

"Are you from Dasha?" Sylvia asked, glancing at the cigarette brand.

Wilbur nodded.

Sylvia took a long drag off her cigarette. "You should leave. If you can do so, that is." "I haven't got any plans of leaving for now," said Wilbur.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Sylvia panicked at once.

Wilbur got up to answer the door. All he could see were a few men who tried to barge in at once.

Wilbur flared up in anger at the sight, grabbing them by the neck and throwing them out harshly.

agony as they landed in a heap, all of them injured and seven breaking a few

only grit their teeth through the pain

sneered, closing the door and turning back

amazing,"

on the couch after that. Sylvia walked up to sit next to him, peering at him up and down curiously. "Enjoying the view?" Sylvia laughed, leaning back against the couch and taking another drag of her cigarette. "I'm sorry, but you can't leave anymore." "Why are you

of pain and distress. "They'll kill you, then draginto the abyss to suffer endlessly." "Seriously? You're one of the most famous celebrities in the world. Everyone in Dasha knows who you are." "A celebrity, huh?" Sylvia smirked. She figured that Wilbur was not local and got straight to the point. "We're no more than pawns in a game, only to be used as playthings or venting their frustrations." Wilbur did not know what to say. He had, after all, heard a thing or two about the situation

victim to a fate like this. These plutocrats were really something, weren't they? "Were those men

government official onight, and he got a little drunk, so I nanaged to escape to the roofto end my life. It's just my luck that I ad to run into you. Urgh." Content elongs to english"Kind of rude to say that to someone who just saved your life,

be dead yourself in no time. They're going to do whatever it takes to dragback into the abyss, and they're not going to let you go either. Not much of a point in being nice to someone who's about to die." She got up and walked over to the liquor cabinet, picking up a bottle and chugging it

his head. "I don't have any plans to die just yet. It'd be nice if you didn't drink yourself to death in my room