Ella Thompson, scared, quickly covered her face and turned away, stammering, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"
"So, am I the one who intended it?" came the man's alluring voice.
Ella couldn't help but feel shocked at the familiar voice, "Is that the King?"
"Yes."
At that moment, a staff member's voice echoed from the hallway, "Your Majesty, your new clothes have arrived."
Alvin Lindsey suddenly sprang out of his cubicle, pulled Ella Thompson in, shut the door, and instructed, "Bring them in."
Ella was completely dumbfounded by his sudden move.
And then, there was a knock at the door.
A shifty-looking worker delivered Lindsey's clothes and was obviously on the hunt for something as he eyed the room suspiciously.
"Is there any other way I can be of service, Your Majesty?" he asked, hovering, disinclined to leave.
"Leave now!" Lindsey barked impatiently.