As soon as her day ended at work, Christine headed to the car park in the office to start her journey home. But as she approached her car, she was blocked by Reyes' sleek black sedan. Reyes himself emerged from the driver's side, his eyes fixed intently on Christine.

"Get in," he said, his voice firm but polite. "I'll arrange for a bodyguard to take your car home."

Christine looked at him hesitantly, unsure of what to do. "Why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Reyes' expression turned stern, his eyes glinting with a hint of warning. "As you seem to have forgotten, Christine, you are a servant....