Helping A Friend

"You don't have any choice! It's only if you run from my claws."

Ida couldn't help but ruminate through Corbin's words.

'She had no right against him.'

'She had no right, she had forgotten her place so easily, indirectly bringing up her freedom in front of him.'

At first, she had called him a human without human feelings or sympathy, but remembering she came to him herself, and he didn't force her to take the offer, so she ate back her words.

The chiming of the telephone in the room jolted her from her thoughts, wondering who might be the caller, could it be Corbin's because they shared the same room? Should she just pick it? It won't hurt.

"Hey," She heard a voice which resembles Jazz's voice through the phone "Are you free? Would you like to bake a colleague's cake with me." jazz asked.

"Sure, why not." Since Corbin was out, she could go to Jazz's right.

"Yay, don't be late."

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"It was so fast with you, you are damn secretive, to be able to keep those bîches