195. A dance...

"Mr. King!" She flinched as she stepped out of the room to find Marcel standing there in a suit, looking as handsome and refined as always. "Oh, B.buddy, how many times will I tell you, when it doesn't concern work, call me Marcel." He reminds her. "I'm sorry, but what are you doing here, you gave me a scare."

"Well Milady, I've been assigned as your chauffeur tonight," her palm instantly covered her mouth with awe, Damon was crazy. "actually it's more like an escort because we won't be driving there, we'll walk, but either way, I've been specifically assigned to take you to prom." He explained, and she couldn't hold back the happiness in her heart. "Damon is out of his mind." She laughed.