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Mike's jaw dropped, his eyes widening as saw Leena. Without the graduation gown, he took in every detail of her elegance. Her orange scales, glistening with a glossy finish, seamlessly blended with her ink-black paws and wing arms. The grandeur of her wings, delicately folded against her sides, seemed to emit an almost ethereal glow. The sleek curves of her horns, professionally bleached and polished to a razor-sharp gleam, added an air of formidable grace to her appearance. Every inch of her had been meticulously enhanced with various products, transforming her into the epitome of grace and beauty. Instead of her usual harness, a slender necklace adorned her neck, carrying a weighty pendant adorned with dazzling jewels, nestled close to her chest.

However, Mike's mesmerized trance shattered abruptly as the sound of glass shattering below him. The guests around him swiveled their heads in unison, fixing their gaze upon him. His hands had involuntarily released their grip on the bottle, which now lay shattered and spraying its bubbly yellow contents across the floor.

As the room fell silent, Leena's imposing father, moved closer to Mike, his voice dropping to a low menacing tone that reverberated in Mike's chest "That," Kaarak uttered with restrained intensity, "was a $10,000 bottle of wine. Consider it deducted from your wages." A polite smile played on his lips, contrasting sharply with the gravity of his words. Without missing a beat, he turned to address the crowd, his voice exuding charm and authority. "Well, she is simply stunning, isn't she?" he chuckled, skillfully deflecting attention from Mike's mishap and invoking laughter from the onlookers, who eagerly joined in, savoring Mike's misfortune like an unexpected morsel of entertainment.

Leena glided gracefully down the stairs and towards her parents, her body poised with an elegant regality as she walked, every step captivating the crowd. She purposely avoided making eye contact with Mike, who swiftly retrieved a rag from his back pocket, immediately springing into action to clean up the mess. As Mike stole a quick glance at Leena, her eyes briefly flicked in his direction before redirecting her focus to her parents.

"Mother, father," Leena spoke with impeccable politeness, her voice carrying enough volume for the entire crowd to hear. "It seems you have gathered everyone who's anyone here. Thank you." She gracefully pressed her muzzle against the side of her father's, eliciting an "aww" from the enamored onlookers, while strategically positioning herself between Mike and her father.

"Today is a momentous occasion, my child," her father murmured softly, speaking on her behalf before turning his attention to address the assembled guests. Stepping past Leena and Mike, he proceeded toward the center of the room, a path automatically clearing as the audience's gazes fixated on his awe-inspiring presence. "This is a pivotal day for the entire city! I am delighted to announce that Large Scale Developments has emerged victorious in the tender for the design and construction of the new Drag'n'Drop facility--"

However, his proclamation was abruptly interrupted by a woman donned in a sleek business suit, who confidently cleared her throat, her body exuding poise and authority. Her commanding voice effortlessly cut through the room, as she redirected the attention of the crowd away from the black dragon.

"It's not signed yet, Kaarak," she interjected firmly, holding his powerful gaze with unyielding determination. Her composure indicated that this was not her first time in dealing with dragons, as she fearlessly held her ground, refusing to falter under his intense stare.

Kaarak's stern expression softened into a pleasant smile as he acknowledged Tracy's interruption. "Thank you, Tracy. Where would we be in this world without lawyers like yourself meticulously arguing the semantics?" He addressed the crowd, his tone exuding a mixture of charm and charisma. "What I mean to convey is that we have emerged as one of the top candidates for this project. I, for one, am genuinely excited to witness how Large Scale Developments and Drag'n'Drop can create employment opportunities and prosperity for our fellow dragons, while also fostering a sense of community within the heart of this fine city."

The crowd erupted in applause, a symphony of wings beating and hands clapping in unison, expressing their approval of Kaarak's impassioned speech. Meanwhile, Mike and the team diligently finished cleaning the area. Mike moved swiftly to stand by Leena's side. However, as he gently placed a hand on her wing, Leena recoiled, tucking her wing protectively against her body. The piercing glare she shot at Mike silenced any words that were on the tip of his tongue, her stern worried look leaving him momentarily speechless.

Amidst this silent exchange, Ben discreetly passed a fresh bottle to Mike, accompanied by a subtle nod that spoke volumes. Mike tightened his grip on the new bottle, his knuckles whitening with determination. He noticed Kaarak reaching for an empty glass he swiftly maneuvered through the crowd, hastening toward Kaarak's side, ensuring not to miss a beat in fulfilling his duties as his assistant.

Kaarak's voice boomed throughout the room, deliberately projecting his words so that everyone, especially Leena, could hear. "Ah, thank you, my new assistant," he declared, ensuring that his acknowledgement was heard by all. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he continued, his tone laced with playful jest, "Hopefully, he doesn't get too distracted by my daughter again." The crowd erupted in laughter, amused by the teasing remark at Mike's expense.

Leena's mind raced, her thoughts spinning in a frantic whirlwind as she grasped the implications of her father's words. She frantically searched her memories, scanning for any instances where she may have inadvertently revealed the true nature of her relationship with Mike. It became evident to her that her father likely had limited knowledge of their romantic involvement. She struggled to devise a plan to maintain their secret, her heart pounding so forcefully that it threatened to escape from her chest. The mention of Mike becoming her father's new assistant only added to her unease. Leena knew that the departure of Kaarak's previous assistant created a precarious situation, as the thought of Mike being in such close proximity to her father made her stomach churn with anxiety.

Kaarak raised the glass he held in his paw, directing it toward Leena with a regal gesture. "My child," he pronounced, his voice filled with a mix of pride and expectation. "I would be deeply honored if you could join me in overseeing the development of the brand-new Drag'n'Drop facility." He knowingly put Leena on the spot, a wide smile forming on his face as he observed her momentarily glance toward Mike, standing dutifully by his side.

The room held its breath, the atmosphere crackling with anticipation as the crowd turned their collective gaze upon Leena, awaiting her response. She stood in the spotlight, grappling with the weight of her father's intense and possessive gaze.

"Your offer is indeed generous, father," Leena began, her voice steady, though her eyes shimmered with unshed tears she fought to hold back. She understood the dangers of causing a scene, fully aware that Mike was within striking distance of her father's wrath. "However, I believe it would be wise not to rush into decisions on empty stomachs," she continued, mustering a forced smile. Sensing the collective anticipation, she skillfully redirected the attention back to the crowd. "Am I right?" she called out, her voice laced with playful charm, attempting to rally the audience to her side. "Well then, Let us eat my fathers food and drink his wine, in honor of his remarkable accomplishments!"

As the guests raised their glasses in a toast, celebrating Kaarak's achievements, Leena felt her father's stern glare burning into her. Without hesitation, she swiftly turned, slipping away into the crowd, disappearing from view. The guests eagerly approached Kaarak, eager to offer their congratulations and bask in his presence. Seizing the opportunity, Mike maneuvered past the well-wishers, his heart racing. He squeezed through the tightly packed crowd, catching mere glimpses of Leena's vibrant orange tail ahead of him. Undeterred, he ducked and weaved, determined to close the distance between them.

As Mike entered the kitchen, chasing after Leena, he heard the sound of the cold room door closing. Without wasting a moment, he placed the bottle of wine on a nearby counter and ventured inside the freezer, greeted by the dim illumination that reflected off Leena's glossy scales. He saw her trembling uncontrollably, her whole being engulfed in an overwhelming state of distress.

"Leena, hey--" Mike began, his voice filled with concern.

"What the hell are you doing here!" Leena snapped, abruptly turning to face him. Her bloodshot eyes locked onto his, teetering on the edge of an emotional breakdown. "You work for my father now? Have you always worked for him?" Her words dripped with anger, and she moved closer to him, her lips curling into a snarl as she spat out her accusations.

Confusion and hurt etched across Mike's face as he attempted to maintain eye contact with Leena. He could sense her seething fury, her disappointment at his betrayal radiating from every scale. He desperately tried to explain himself, his voice tinged with a mixture of panic and sincerity. "What? No! No-no-no! This isn't how it looks. I didn't know--"

"Don't lie to me, Michael!" Leena interrupted, her voice laden with venom and disgust, her accusation piercing through the air. Mike could feel the tension coursing through her entire body, her tail thrashing against the cold floor. In that moment, a sense of vulnerability washed over him, as he became acutely aware of the potential danger that Leena posed to him. "I can't believe I was so stupid!" she exclaimed, her voice quivering with a mix of anger and self-reproach. "Was everything a part of his plan? University? The rooftop?"

As Leena stood there, her snarl twitching slightly, a mixture of anger and hurt in her eyes, Mike felt his heart sink. He hadn't anticipated this level of misunderstanding and mistrust between them. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure as he reached out a hand, cautiously inching closer to Leena.

"Leena, please, believe me," Mike pleaded, his voice filled with sincerity. "He only offered me the job just an hour ago. I didn't know who he was. I am still the same person--"

"And you took it!?" Leena interrupted, her voice sharp as she closed the distance between them, forcing Mike to take a step back. Her eyes searched his face, her snarl giving way to a quiver as tears threatened to spill. "You did, didn't you? You took the job without a care in the world for us. He doesn't even want you," she said coldly, her gaze assessing him. "Why would he? He only wants you because he wants me."

Leena's words cut deep, piercing through Mike's defenses and striking at his core. He felt a sense of humiliation and frustration at her accusations, as if his abilities and worth were being diminished. "Hey! He offered me a lot of money, and I didn't know he was your father. You never told me you lived on top of the Spires," Mike responded, his voice starting to rise. "Did you tell him about us? Because I sure as hell didn't!"

Leena shook her head, her expression pained. "No, I didn't tell him. But you can't take his offer!"

"Leena, I can't afford to be picky," Mike insisted, his voice tinged with desperation. "The amount of money he offered is a once-in-a-lifetime deal for me. I don't have the same kind of luxury you have here. I'm going to be without a roof over my head in a few weeks, and this job would solve that." He held Leena's gaze, willing her to understand the gravity of the situation. "If he doesn't know about us, how could this be about you?"

Leena froze, her mind processing his words. There should be no way her father knew about the true extent of their relationship. Mike could see her thoughts turning over in her mind, a mix of confusion and realization crossing her face. "Leena, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell," Mike said, his voice softening as he tried to bridge the gap between them. "But I need this. We need this..."

Leena's anger manifested in a fierce display, her paw swiping at a nearby shelf, sending its contents crashing to the floor. The room filled with the sound of cans hitting the ground, amplifying the tension in the air. She paced back and forth, her wings trembling with anger before finally sitting down onto the cold floor with a frustrated huff. Her voice was barely a whisper as she kept her gaze fixed on the ground, revealing her vulnerability in that moment. "Please don't fall into his trap. I don't know his angle, but he always has one."

Mike let out a weary sigh and positioned himself in front of Leena, reaching up to gently cup her long neck with his hands. He guided her head down, cradling it against his chest, providing a steady anchor for her swirling emotions. "Leena, it's a lot of money for just three months. I could easily find a place for us to rent, and you could escape from here with me," he suggested, his voice filled with genuine concern. He felt her lean into him, seeking comfort in his arms. "Three months, and then we can leave this city. Maybe we'll even travel for a while. Or perhaps we'll find another job along the way," he added, planting a tender kiss between her horns. "It's just a job, a means to an end. Okay? I know you don't see eye to eye with him, and he may be a terrible boss. But I've dealt with difficult bosses before, and it doesn't change how I feel about you. Okay?" His words were a gentle whisper, laced with love and reassurance.

Leena continued to press her head against Mike's chest, her eyes closed tightly as she tried to transport herself mentally to a different place. In the embrace of that moment, the only sounds that filled the air were the hum of the refrigeration unit and her own ragged breathing. "I'm sorry for snarling at you. This is not how I wanted you to meet my parents," she sniffled sadly. Mike tenderly shifted his hands to the back of her jaw, holding her tightly

Mike held Leena even tighter, his words infused with both affection and a touch of humor. "Leena, you are my smoking hot 'ness," he murmured, eliciting a snort of amusement from her. "And your parents won't change that. If your dad becomes more unbearable, I'll quit. Okay?" His fingers gently traced the contours of her jawline, his touch soothing. "Think of it as me taking money from your dad, if that helps." He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, feeling her relax slightly in his embrace. Sensing her shivering in the chilled air of the freezer, he stroked both her cheeks simultaneously. "How about we get out of this freezer before you catch a cold?"

Leena managed a weak smile and pulled away, her gaze fixed on Mike's innocent face. Despite her smile, a heavy lump of dread and fear still weighed down her stomach. "It's never just a job with my father," she warned, her voice sincere and tinged with caution. "You don't achieve this level of wealth without hurting those around you." Her eyes wandered around the contents of the freezer until they settled on a magnificent cake with a crystal figurine of an orange dragoness proudly perched atop it.

Following her gaze, Mike noticed the cake topper and its flaw--it didn't accurately depict Leena, her black paws and wing arms were orange. Instead, it resembled her mother more than herself. "It's just a few months. How bad can it be?" he quipped, attempting to lift her spirits with a warm smile. "And remember, I still have my taser."

Leena fought back tears, her vulnerability shining through as she mustered a weak smile. "Sometimes I forget that you're not from this world," she confessed, her voice tinged with a mixture of worry and affection. "I can't help but feel like you're just a lamb being led to the slaughter here. Once my father sinks his teeth into something, he rarely lets go."

As Leena moved to open the freezer door, Mike's heart raced with a surge of determination. "Wait!" he exclaimed, reaching out and gently guiding her head back down to his level. Their eyes locked, brimming with longing and affection. Mike, unable to resist any longer, pressed his lips against her snout. The contrasting sensations of the frigid air and the warmth of Leena's tongue against his mouth created an electrifying moment that was all too fleeting.

"We can't," Leena warned as she pulled back, her snout just an inch from his face. Her voice a whisper, filled with a mixture of desire and caution. She locked her gaze with his innocent eyes, conveying the gravity of their situation. "If my father knew what you truly meant to me..." Her words trailed off, a sense of impending danger hanging in the air. "Let me show you what happens to those who capture my father's interest," she added before turning and opening the cold room door, leading them back into the warmth of the kitchen. Mike followed closely behind, retrieving the bottle of wine from the counter as they made their exit.

As they left the kitchen Leena paused, motioning for Mike to stand next to her, her expression serious and voice hushed. "I know my father offered you a lot of money, Mike, but please don't be blinded by my parents' wealth. It's merely a facade," she whispered, her words carrying just above the noise of the guests. She continued, her voice laden with a mix of caution and concern, "Once you amass as much wealth as my father, people become the new currency."

Mike furrowed his brow, absorbing her words. "What do you mean?" he asked and moved closer to her so she could keep her voice down.

Leena's gaze flickered toward the center of attention, where her father commanded the crowd with his storytelling. The guests encircled him, eager for his favor and engrossed in his every word. "If you look closely," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "you can see who people truly belong to. Look at my father. Who does he pay attention to?"

Mike strained his neck, peering intently. "Hmm, maybe the crowd in general?" he guessed.

Leena shook her head gently. "Good guess, but no. Watch closely. When he drinks from his glass, observe where his eyes wander," she instructed, her tone filled with a quiet intensity.

As if on cue, Kaarak chuckled heartily at his own joke, lifting his glass to his lips for a sip. In that fleeting moment, his emerald eyes darted across the room, landing on a silver dragoness standing quietly in the corner, discreetly sipping orange juice. Mike followed his employer's gaze, his own eyes could tell she appeared composed yet melancholic, her gaze fixed on Kaarak from a distance. "That's his personal assistant," Leena revealed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tonight will be the last time she sees my father. She won't disclose the reasons for leaving due to a non-disclosure agreement. But one thing is certain: she won't be consuming any alcohol tonight or for the next few months, if you catch my drift," she added, her voice laced with a mixture of compassion and subtle implication, all while pretending to adjust her necklace.

Observing the silver dragoness's body language, Mike noticed the uncertainty and discomfort that shrouded her presence. Her occasional glances toward Leena's mother, who appeared engaged in conversation with another group, hinted at a longing to say something. Curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't help but ask, "Does your mother know?"

Leena's smile faded, replaced by a sad expression as Mike delved deeper into the intricate web of her family's dynamics. "She will claim she doesn't," Leena responded softly, her voice filled with resignation. "But the alcohol helps her forget. She'll swap glasses, making it appear as if she hasn't finished one. By the end of the night, she'll choose to overlook my father's infidelity."

A frown etched itself on Mike's face, his empathy for Leena's mother growing. "Why doesn't she say something? Or simply leave?"

Leena's head lowered, her voice laden with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "She's not as young as she used to be, and her modeling career is behind her. Where would she go? She has become dependent on my father's wealth and is trapped here, yet another trophy on his wall."

The weight of the situation settled upon Mike, the intricate complexities of their world unraveling before his eyes. It was a world where power, wealth, and appearances overshadowed personal happiness and fulfillment.

Mike's frown deepened as he pondered Leena's predicament. "But why doesn't she just divorce him?" he questioned, his voice tinged with frustration. "She could get millions in a settlement."

Leena's smirk waned, a hint of melancholy shadowing her expression. "You see, my father may refer to her as his wife, but dragons cannot be legally married," she explained, her tone tinged with resignation. "Even if it were to go to court, she would have no claim to his empire. If she were to leave, she would be left with nothing but the scales on her back. Her best chance would be to find another drake willing to take her under his wing, but no one is eager to challenge my father by claiming a mate of his."

As Mike surveyed the crowd, his eyes searching for any other peculiarities, he noticed another dragoness sitting in solitude. She appeared out of place, her posture awkward, and her attention fixated on a small plate of escargot, her expression a mix of longing and resignation. Her bright yellow scales contrasted against a pale white underbelly, reminiscent of a lemon meringue dessert. "And what about her?" Mike gestured discreetly toward the isolated dragoness. "She seems almost forgotten."

Leena's smile grew as she observed the dragoness in question. "Ah, Gripen. She's a special guest, personally invited by my father," Leena revealed, her tone tinged with a hint of admiration. "She flew across the Atlantic specifically to attend tonight. Gripen is widely considered to be the next leader of Caedry Aerospace Group. They used to be heavily involved in sponsoring racing dragons and boasted a successful fleet of freighter dragons. They were even pioneers in dragon delivery services. However, lately, they seem to have shifted their focus towards airships and investments in young dragon education."

Leena's voice carried a touch of frustration as she continued, "My father is fixated on surpassing their empire, He wants to showcase his grand vision to Gripen. It's a stupid alpha dragon complex he has. In reality, there's more than enough room for both of them, and the more enterprises focused on dragons, the better."

Mike contemplated the diverse crowd before him, his gaze lingering on the humans mingling effortlessly with the dragons. "And the humans? They appear to be welcomed here, just as much as the dragons," he remarked, his curiosity piqued.

Leena's response was flat and matter-of-fact. "Their wallets are always welcome," she replied. "To my father, it doesn't matter whose pockets their money rests in. They are investors or potential clients. While they may appear wealthy, the truth is that their fortunes are entangled in my father's developments. He now holds the power to determine when they will see a return on their investments. He leverages that power over them, granting them a taste of their own money as a reward. Tonight, they believe they're enjoying a free meal, but before they leave, my father will ensure they make commitments and promises they won't easily forget."

Leena's gaze swept across the crowd, scanning for familiar faces. "Everyone gathered here is entangled in my father's game, in one way or another," she remarked, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "The only way to truly win is not to play at all."

Mike's gaze swept across the enraptured crowd, their eyes glazed over, bewitched by the irresistible charm of the black dragon. His attention shifted, however, to a young grey and purple dragoness, perched on a cushion with fluffy headphones engulfing her ears. She swayed ever so slightly, engrossed in a game on her handheld console. "Even her? She tried to trick me into giving her wine," Mike muttered under his breath, his eyes fixated on the mischievous young dragoness.

A smile tugged at Mike's lips as Leena's laughter filled the air, a delightful sound that pierced through the heaviness that had hung over them moments ago. "That sounds like Teeba. She's probably the exception. She's the daughter of a family friend--a good egg, though perhaps a bit too eager to grow up," Leena said with a chuckle.

Leena listened attentively to her father, her eyes never leaving his face as he recounted a story that had been told countless times before. She knew it was reaching its inevitable conclusion. "Father will need another drink now," she remarked softly, her voice tinged with caution. "Whatever he has promised you, it's merely a lure to possess you. If he doesn't know about us, it's for the best. Just for tonight, pretend you don't know me."

With those words hanging in the air, Leena gracefully rose to all fours and made her way toward the balcony, leaving Mike standing alone with the weighty bottle of wine, contemplating the intricacies of their situation.

As Kaarak finished his captivating tale, his piercing gaze shifted towards Mike, who acknowledged him with a subtle nod before swiftly making his way over. As he refilled the flute with sparkling wine, his hands betrayed the slight tremor of nervousness. Kaarak's voice, low and powerful, pierced through the air. "And where did you get to?" he inquired, his tone laced with an underlying authority.

Mike swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, and continued pouring, feigning composure. "Just checking on the cake," he lied smoothly, completing the pour and extending the filled glass toward the formidable black dragon. Mike made a deliberate effort to meet Kaarak's penetrating gaze, maintaining eye contact for Leena's sake.

The black dragon emitted a dismissive snort, his skepticism evident. "Be careful in that cold room, Michael. My daughter often goes in there to scream, and she has found herself trapped inside more than once." He snatched the glass with a paw from Mike's outstretched hand, taking a long, indulgent swig, his eyes scanning the room in search of Leena. "Speaking of which, where is she?"

Mike's heart raced, his mind quickly calculating his response. He feigned a searching expression, his gaze sweeping the crowd, all the while buying time to compose his answer. "Perhaps she's on the balcony? Would you like me to carry that?" Mike offered, gesturing toward the glass, attempting to maintain a façade of helpfulness.

Kaarak raised the glass to his maw and downed the entire drink in a single gulp. He thrust the empty glass back at Mike with a slight cough of disdain. "Bleh, cheap piss. Get the cake ready, will you? This will be over soon," he commanded, striding off in search of his daughter. Mike glanced down at the bottle, confirming that it was indeed the same vintage he had accidentally dropped earlier. He made a mental note to check if it was as expensive as Kaarak had claimed

Leena stood on the balcony, lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed upon the sprawling city skyline. She pondered the evening ahead, silently hoping that the festivities would come to an end. Like a lurking beast from the depths, her father emerged silently from the shadows, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his snout as he closed in on Leena. With nothing more than a stern gaze, the other guests occupying the balcony swiftly retreated, leaving Leena alone with Kaarak, the oppressive air crackling with tension.

Leena could sense her father's imposing presence without even needing to turn her head. The abrupt silence that enveloped the other guests sent a prickling sensation across her scales, making her itch uncomfortably. Maintaining her composure, she spoke with a controlled tone, determined to keep any trace of emotion from seeping into her voice.

"Don't lurk, father. It's unbecoming of you," Leena remarked, her words slicing through the stillness that surrounded them. She remained focused on maintaining her stoicism, even as her instincts urged her to unleash her true feelings. She closed her eyes and inhaled the crisp night air, the chill caressed her, offering a momentary respite and a chance to steady her racing heart.

Kaarak, his towering form casting a formidable shadow beside her, seemed to muse on her comment. His massive black wings seemed to absorb the pale moonlight, emphasizing his intimidating presence. Slowly, he turned to face her, his expression shrouded in a veil of mystery.

"You don't seem impressed by the party," he observed, his deep voice resonating through the night air.

Leena seized the opportunity, attempting to gauge her father's reaction, searching for any sign that he might be aware of her relationship with Mike. Any hint of his knowledge could be valuable information, allowing her to strategically misdirect him.

"I find your choice of caterers rather curious," she responded, her gaze steady as it locked onto her father's eyes. In that moment, she sought to decipher any flicker of recognition or concealed emotions that might betray his true intentions.

Kaarak's smile remained, though there was a subtle glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He recognized Leena's attempt to probe him, to gauge his knowledge, and he chose to play along with her charade. "Ah, yes. A few dragons at work mentioned a quiet bar, and I decided to pay a visit," he replied smoothly, skillfully concealing the fact that he had been examining her credit card expenses. "Do you know of it? That Michael looks familiar, doesn't he?"

Leena's heart skipped a beat as she realized her father was aware of Mike's identity, but she maintained her composure, refusing to let her fear show. "Of course! But university is over. You're the one who always told me to keep people close only as long as they're useful," she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of defiance.

Kaarak feigned ignorance, though his attempt at deception was far from subtle. "Oh, that's the Michael from your project?" he inquired, chuckling softly he could tell Leena saw straight through his ploy.

Leena locked eyes with her father, seeing through his facade, and pressed on. "So, why did you hire him as your assistant? He's more qualified as a designer or engineer. Yet, you will have him making you coffee?" she questioned, her words laced with a mix of curiosity and calculated reproach.

"He does make a mean brew," Kaarak replied, his tone light, "but if you don't want me to hire him, just say the word. Although I do recall you getting quite upset when I prevented certain individuals from securing jobs."

Her father's statement was a veiled move in the intricate chess game that their conversation had become. Leena understood that expressing her displeasure at Mike's employment would only invite further scrutiny into their relationship. "Hire him. He could do with the money, at least you can't get this one gravid." she replied flatly, deliberately avoiding revealing her true emotions. She glanced at her father's face, deriving a semblance of solace from the disappointment that momentarily flickered in his eyes. "What? Not what you expected me to say?" she challenged.

Kaarak's gaze lingered upon the sprawling city skyline, his expression tinged with a rare vulnerability. "I had hoped that perhaps having a familiar face in the workplace would make you more inclined to work for me," he confessed, subtly laying a trap, eager to discover whether Leena would divulge her closeness to Mike or consider joining him in his endeavors.

Leena met her father's gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed his underlying motives. She carefully weighed her response, aware of the delicate balance between revealing too much and maintaining her own autonomy. "Or perhaps it was merely a test, a means of proving your point," she retorted, mimicking her father's disapproving tone. "After all, 'most students would kill for the opportunity I'm offering'." She smirked as saw her father's disapproving stare at her imitation of him. "Your words, not mine."

Kaarak tried to refrain from exposing his knowledge of their skydiving adventures, holding onto that information as an ace up his harness. He glanced around her for a glass before asking, "Not drinking my child?"

Leena's lips curved into a coy smile as she lied, trying to put layers of a fiction between her relationship. "Not advisable for the egg," she fibbed, expertly layering the narrative. "It appears the Cresties will soon welcome a new addition to their Dragonball team." She emphasized her words by gently resting a front paw on her belly, adding a convincing touch to her performance.

A snort of amusement escaped her father's nostrils, his voice tinged with a lack of enthusiasm. "Your mother informed me about your little rebellious escapades," he remarked, with a hint of amusement. "So, my dear, who might you hope to be the lucky father?" He indulged her fabricated tale, playing along with her fictional scenario.

Leena's heart raced, barely containing her excitement as her father seemingly bought into her hastily fabricated story. "Daanic, of course... He was my first, you know, back in school," she added, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

A smile danced upon Kaarak's lips, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Well, won't that be something," he responded, his tone carrying a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. Slowly turning his head to face her, he met Leena's gaze. "Your mother will be pleased. Raising an egg will provide her with something more fulfilling than day-drinking."

A frown creased Leena's brow, her defiant spirit rising within her. "Oh, she won't be responsible for raising it. I will take care of the egg," she asserted, her voice laced with determination. She extended her neck, lifting her head to meet her father's eyes. However, a flicker of smugness played across his face, a knowing look that told her he knew something she didn't. The sight made her hesitate, a shiver of uncertainty coursing through her scales.

A sinister satisfaction danced in Kaarak's eyes as he relished the growing realization on Leena's face. "Oh, my dear, you won't have the luxury of time to care for an egg," he stated, his tone dripping with a mixture of amusement and authority. He chuckled softly as Leena opened her mouth, ready to protest against his words. "Between working for me and your... adventures with Michael," he deliberately trailed off, allowing the weight of his insinuation to hang heavy in the air.

Leena's heart plummeted, her breath catching in her throat as she locked eyes with her father, desperately searching for any hint of deception. Her gaze pleaded for a glimmer of hope. "Like I said, university is over. He means nothing to me," she retorted, her voice strained, revealing the turbulent emotions swirling within her.

Kaarak's smile widened, a malicious glint in his eyes as he reveled in Leena's crumbling world. "Nothing, you say? My apologies, dear, I must have been mistaken. Taking a human skydiving does sound rather romantic," he taunted, relishing the sight of her facade shattering before his very eyes. His attention turned to the cityscape, his neck elegantly curved in an S-shape, as if basking in his own superiority. "And ice cream afterwards." He added with a chuckle.

Leena's peripheral vision darkened, her claws digging into the balcony tiles, her wings quivering with an influx of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her blood boiled, but she fiercely fought to maintain her composure, refusing to look back inside towards Mike, clinging to the remnants of her fragile facade. "I... I don't know what you're..." she started, only to be silenced by her father's smug expression as he glanced back at her. Her mind roared within her, urging her to strike out against her father, to rip that smug expression from his face and cast it to the wind. She locked eyes with him, acknowledging the vast power disparity between them, realizing she stood no chance in overpowering his formidable physique.

Swiftly changing tactics, she took a deep breath, desperately attempting to rein in her emotions as she spoke. "You spied on me? Is that truly how low you're willing to stoop, father?" Her voice held a mix of defiance and disappointment, a tremor betraying the turmoil within. Unable to hold his gaze any longer, she shifted her focus to the sprawling evening skyline.

"Leena, I was simply reviewing the expenses," Kaarak replied, his voice laced with a deceptive calmness. Sensing her exposed vulnerability, he recognized the opportune moment to extend an olive branch, just as he had done with countless others to manipulate them into serving his desires. He concealed his excitement, his words carefully measured and calculated. "Your mother may not approve, but I don't believe we need to inform her."

Leena fought back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, realizing that her father now held a powerful tool to wield against her. "And let me guess, if I work for you, you won't say anything to her?" Leena's tone turned icy cold, her voice laced with venom. "Do you truly believe I require her approval?"

Kaarak's smile widened at the notion of Leena revealing her relationship with Mike to her mother. "Of course not," he replied softly, a trace of satisfaction coloring his words. He rose from his position, and Leena instinctively turned her head to track his movement as he walked back toward the living area where the guests were preparing to indulge in dessert.

"Giving up so easily, father?" Leena spat, her expression a mixture of concern and agitation as he left her side. "We haven't even reached the shouting part yet."

Kaarak halted his stride, pausing in his tracks, as Leena's words sank in. "Ah, I know a lost cause when I see one. I don't want you to work for me unless you truly want to." he said, a hint of mock sadness creeping into his voice. With a flick of his wing, he gestured towards the ongoing party. "Let's get this over with then. We have a long day ahead tomorrow. I'll be taking Michael to a construction site." He paused, letting his words hang in the air before turning his eye back to her. "I hope he is as good as you think, I hear workplace accidents can be a killer." he added with a calculated tone, knowing the weight of his implications.

"I'll do it," Leena replied softly, her voice barely audible. Kaarak allowed himself a smug smile, relishing in his triumph over his rebellious child. "I'll do what you want, Just keep Mike out of this," she pleaded, her tear-filled eyes gazing up at him, acknowledging her defeat.

Kaarak met her plea with an emotionless expression. "No," he replied flatly. "Remember what I have taught you. I will keep him around as long as he remains useful." He could sense the pain his words inflicted upon her, knowing it would take years for her to heal from his manipulation. Yet, deep down, he wanted her to learn, to become stronger than he was. "Perhaps he will serve as a means to motivate you. If you prove yourself as a team player, keep your head down, and perhaps find yourself a suitable drake, then I will have no use for him."

Leena hung her head in defeat, tears streaming down her snout as she trembled, her wings drooping low. "You may despise me now, but when you are running this empire, you will come to understand that you cannot afford to have a weakness, and of the significance of legacy. Together we will build great things, things that will last longer than ourselves" he spoke, moving closer to her. He circled around her before wrapping a wing around her, drawing her close. "Come now, put your doll face on," he gently urged, leading her back towards the brightly lit living room.

Leena ducked her head beneath her wing, wiping away her tears and clearing her throat. Her father's smothering wing enveloped her, offering no comfort but only control as he guided her back into the warmly lit living area. She discreetly shook her head, attempting to regain her composure, and pulled her neck back into an elegant curve, mustering a semblance of a smile as she stepped onto the marbled floor. "Good girl," her father whispered, just loud enough for only her to hear, a hint of pride tingeing his voice as he smiled towards the guests who witnessed their entrance.

As Mike and Ben wheeled out the trolley that carried the cake, a flicker of concern rang through Mike's mind. Despite Leena's outwardly radiant smile, her eyes revealed a profound agony, a hidden torment that tugged at his heartstrings. Every fiber of his being yearned to rush to her side, to offer support and comfort, but he restrained himself, remembering her words.

"Dragons and 'nesses, ladies and gentlemen." Kaarak's voice boomed across the room, brimming with pride as he held his latest triumph under his commanding wing. "I have exhilarating news to share with you all." His chest swelled with self-importance, his words carrying the weight of his accomplishment. "My daughter has graciously agreed to embark on this journey alongside me. We shall work paw in paw, designing and constructing the new Drag'n'Drop facility. But mark my words, this is just the beginning of what promises to be a stellar career under my guidance." A wave of applause erupted from the audience, their admiration for Kaarak resonating throughout the room.

Caught in the midst of the commotion, Mike's gaze connected with Leena's for an ephemeral moment. In that fleeting instant, he detected the telltale traces of sorrow etched on her face. Despite her efforts to mask her true emotions, her eyes spoke volumes, conveying a silent plea for understanding. Sensing her distress, Mike swiftly reached for a bottle, stepping forward to fill the empty glass held by Leena's father.

Mike turned his attention to Leena, who held a trembling glass with a shaky paw. Gently, he steadied her paw with his hand as he poured the liquid. His hand offered a reassuring touch amidst the turmoil that engulfed her. As the pour came to an end, he gave her paw a gentle squeeze, his gaze lifting to meet hers. The sadness that lingered in her eyes sent a pang of unease coursing through him, confirming his suspicion that something was very wrong.

Mike discreetly retreated to the outer edge of the crowd as Kaarak's voice resonated with pride, his proclamation of "to the future!" echoing through the room. As the guests lifted their glasses high, Kaarak encircled his daughter with a possessive wing, his touch exerting an uncomfortable tightness that caused Leena's body to stiffen.

Leena and her father proceeded to cut into the grand cake, yet her attempts to slip away from her father's domineering presence proved futile. He paraded her around, showcasing her like a prized possession to various other guests at the party. Mike, observing from a distance, caught glimpses of Leena's pleading gazes whenever she could steal a moment. However, he knew that finding an opportunity to be alone with her would be impossible. Making himself useful, he gathered the spent plates from the tables and discreetly slipped away into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, Mike located a clean napkin and retrieved a sharpie from his pocket. Swiftly, he jotted down a quick note for Leena, his heart pounding with anticipation. "Picnic at midnight?" he scribbled, Tucking the note safely away, he reentered the living area, making a beeline to the cake he plated two servings of cake--one noticeably larger than the other, and placed his message under the smaller one, before heading to Leena and her father.

As Kaarak engrossed himself in an explanation of his grand vision to the yellow dragoness, Gripen. Leena remained firmly ensconced by his side, held in a possessive embrace. Sensing an opportunity, Mike approached the trio, carefully carrying the plated cakes and setting them down on the bar table in front of Leena and her father.

In a fleeting moment, Mike managed to catch Leena's eye, silently conveying a hidden message as he subtly adjusted the positioning of the plate. His intention was clear--to direct her attention to the napkin. Their gazes locked for an instant in an unspoken understanding.

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As the evening gradually waned, the departing guests bid their farewells, leaving behind remnants of celebration. Ben and his team diligently focused on the arduous task of cleaning up after the event. Some delectable remnants of cake remained, which they carefully plated and stored in the cold room for Leena's family. While wiping down the bar tables and tackling the mountain of dishes, Mike made a conscious effort to keep his distance from both Leena and her father, except when absolutely necessary. Soon, all that remained was the final chore of taking out the accumulated trash.

As the last guest exited through the elevator, Kaarak withdrew his wing from Leena, and she swiftly distanced herself from him, hurriedly making her way toward the cold room. A teardrop threatened to escape her eye, but she valiantly fought it back, casting a fleeting glance at Mike as she passed by.

Wearing a smug smile, Kaarak approached Ben and the rest of the team, exuding an air of self-assured satisfaction. "Well, I must say, that couldn't have gone any better," he remarked, a touch of arrogance creeping into his voice. From a stylish table positioned against one of the walls, he produced a checkbook, poised to reward the hardworking crew. "Consider this a little extra for the outstanding job you've done," he added, swiftly scribbling on the pad.

"Your kindness is greatly appreciated, thank you," Ben responded with a polite tone, attempting to conceal his exhaustion. "The team is currently loading the trolleys with the trash, and we'll be out of here shortly," he informed Kaarak as he gratefully accepted the check from the black dragon.

As Mike and the rest of the team exerted their efforts, pushing the trolley laden with bulky trash bags across the room, a muffled voice echoed from the kitchen. Leena's strained voice pierced through the air, "Hold on, just one more." Her eyes bloodshot as she clasped a small bag firmly between her jaws, making her way briskly towards the trolley. With great care, she placed the bag atop the pile, casting a desperate look in Mike's direction.

"It's already midnight. I'm heading to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day," she declared and before anyone could interject, she swiftly turned and ascended the stairs, her steps purposeful as she retreated to her bedroom.

Mike couldn't help but notice Leena's father's intense gaze fixed upon him, causing a knot of unease to form in his stomach. Swallowing nervously, he mustered the courage to speak, his voice strained and tighter than he intended. "I suppose that applies to me as well," he managed to utter, attempting to mask his apprehension.

"Of course, Michael. I look forward to seeing you in my office," Kaarak replied with a smirk that sent a chill down Mike's spine, causing him to hesitate momentarily before regaining his composure and joining the team with the trolley.

As the elevator doors closed, enveloping Mike, Ben and the crew in a temporary bubble of privacy, Mike wasted no time in ripping open the trash bag that Leena had discreetly added to the pile. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Ben's lips as he teasingly remarked, "Geez, Mike, that hungry for leftovers, are you?" Amusement danced in his eyes as he observed Mike eagerly rummaging through the plastic bag, his hand emerging clutching an exquisite orange crystal dragoness sculpture. "Whoa, they were throwing that out?"

Mike held the delicate cake topper in his hands, marveling at its intricate craftsmanship. The elevator ride continued, but Mike's focus was elsewhere. He reached over and pressed the button for the next floor, prompting the elevator to abruptly halt. Mike turned to face Ben, his tone filled with gratitude tinged with determination. "I'll find my own way home. Thanks, Ben. For everything." With those words, he stepped out of the lift, leaving behind a perplexed and slightly concerned friend.

Before Ben could formulate a response, Mike had already taken off down the hallway, a surge of adrenaline fueling his rapid footsteps. His eyes caught sight of an evacuation map affixed to the wall, providing him with a brief moment to orient himself. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward a nearby door, his hand gripping the handle as he flung it open, revealing a dimly lit stairwell. Taking the stairs two at a time, his determination drove him forward, his mind focused solely on reaching the top.

The ascent was arduous, his heart pounding in rhythm with his ascending steps. Mike refused to halt until he finally reached the rooftop, bursting through the access door onto the rooftop. The evening air enveloped his face, a cold gust that invigorated his senses.

The door swung shut behind Mike, the rapid thumping of his footsteps resonating across the rooftop as he hurried toward Leena. There she stood, isolated and desolate, her entire frame trembling with the weight of her tears. "He knows... He knows everything," she choked out between sobs, her voice laced with fear and despair. As Mike reached her, he instinctively wrapped his arms around the base of her neck, pulling her close, offering solace in his embrace. They both sank to the ground, Leena's forepaw encircling his back, clutching him tightly as she unleashed her anguish. Her neck curled, cradling her head behind his shoulders, seeking refuge in their shared vulnerability. "I think we need to break up," Leena uttered, her words heavy with sadness.

Mike held her even tighter, refusing to let go, his voice filled with both determination and compassion. "Because he said so?" he questioned, his gaze unwavering. Leena's eyes avoided his, finding solace in the distraction of her front claws before eventually nodding, her expression etched with sorrow.

In that moment, Mike clenched his jaw, a flicker of resolve coursing through him as he contemplated their predicament. "Is that what you want?" he inquired, his hands gently cradling her drooping head, guiding her to meet his gaze.

Leena's response was immediate, her words filled with a mixture of longing and defeat. "Of course not! But as long as we are together, you are in danger," she confessed, her voice heavy with regret. "I... I don't know what I would do if you got hurt because of me." She pressed her head into his chest, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Mike tenderly kissed her forehead, before pressing his forehead against hers, both finding comfort in each other's warmth. His voice was gentle as he voiced the question that weighed on his mind. "How did he find out?" he inquired softly.

"Skydiving. I paid for it with a credit card," she confessed, the weight of her mistake consuming her thoughts, tearing her apart from within.

A soft smile curved on Mike's lips as he spoke, his voice carrying unwavering affection. "Worth it," he whispered tenderly, planting another gentle kiss on her forehead. In his embrace, he felt the subtle curl of her lips, a glimmer of a smile amidst their troubled circumstances. "So, what now?" he inquired softly, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and determination.

Leena let out a weary sigh, her head resting in the comfort of his arms as she stretched out on the cold concrete roof. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her tone reflecting defeat. "He said he'll leave you alone once I find a drake and do as he says. Until then, you are useful to him."

Mike gently lifted her head, their eyes meeting at eye level. "Well, that's not too bad," he remarked, a hint of optimism lacing his words. He playfully pecked her nose, relishing in the warmth of their affectionate exchange. But then, Leena pulled back abruptly, a bewildered expression crossing her face.

"What? He is using you to get to me. He threatened to kill you!" Leena exclaimed, her voice breaking with a mixture of fear and desperation.

Mike's eyes widened with a flicker of concern and disbelief. "He wouldn't? Would he?" he uttered, his voice tinged with disbelief and apprehension.

Leena's response was tinged with uncertainty, her mind grappling with the dark possibilities. "I... I don't know," she admitted, shuddering at the memories of previous workplace incidents that hinted at Kaarak's ruthless nature. "I don't know, and I think that's what scares me the most."

Mike's brow furrowed with determination. "If he needs me because you care about me, surely he wouldn't--he would have no leverage, right?" he reasoned aloud, desperately grasping at the hope that Kaarak's threat held no true weight.

Leena fought back a tear, her voice filled with anguish as she responded, "It's not worth it. I don't know what I would do if I lost you." The pain in her words was palpable, exposing the depths of her love and fear.

Mike's gaze fixed on Leena, his heart aching at the defeated look in her amber eyes. Gently placing the crystal dragon he still held on the ground, leaning his back against her wing for support as he contemplated their options. "So we run," he declared, determination infusing his voice. "We leave tonight and never look back."

Leena's voice quivered as she voiced her concerns. "Where would we go? What would we do for money? He made sure I don't have any of my own." she questioned, her vulnerability laid bare. Mike's hand caressed her head, his mind racing for a solution. However, Leena's words echoed with a sad truth "Besides he will expect that. If I stole any money from him he would set the police on us."

A flicker of a plan crossed Mike's mind. "We play his game," he whispered softly. "We need him to think he has won. We'll comply with his demands, work the jobs he gives us, but we'll ensure he pays us. And we'll save every penny until we have enough to disappear. With the amount he is paying me, we could disappear forever after just a couple weeks." Lowering himself, Mike planted a tender kiss on Leena's forehead. "Just you and me. We'll find somewhere nice, somewhere he won't find us."

Leena's frustration reverberated through her, the thud of her tail against the ground mirroring her inner turmoil. "This is bullshit," she muttered, her sadness evident in her voice. She pondered Mike's words, her mind grappling with the weight of their choices. "I didn't want this to happen, Mike," she confessed, her voice filled with regret and longing.

Mike's response was immediate, his voice soothing and resolute. "Shh, you," he whispered, as he shuffled to move next to her head on the cool concrete. He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, his touch filled with tenderness. "It will be okay. You'll see," he reassured her, his arms enveloping the base of her head, providing a sense of safety and comfort. A mischievous smile crept across his face as he added, "Worst case, I'll taser his ass in front of everyone." His remark earned an amused smile from Leena, momentarily alleviating the heaviness of their situation.

Leena closed her eyes, surrendering to the embrace of Mike's tender arms, seeking solace in his presence. His scent enveloped her, offering a calming effect amidst the storm of emotions swirling within her. She focused her thoughts on the days that lay ahead, trying to find clarity amidst the chaos. In her mind, she rehearsed the words she wished she could have said to her father.

As Mike pressed a tender kiss against Leena's cheek, his voice carried a gentle, soothing tone. "By the way, that crystal dragon, did you really want it thrown out?" he whispered softly, attempting to shift the conversation to a lighter subject.

Leena's teeth clenched in frustration, but she managed to respond with restrained anger. "My mother had it commissioned. Can't you tell? It damn well looks like her," she replied, her voice tinged with irritation. Sensing a slight movement from Mike, she opened her eyes just in time to catch the distinct sound of a pen cap being removed.

"Well then, let's fix that, shall we?" Mike declared as he scooped up the delicate crystal statue in one hand.

With the cake topper delicately cradled in one hand and a sharpie in the other, Mike started adding color to the intricate crystal sculpture. His focused strokes brought Leena's smile to life, the nib of the pen squeaking slightly as he applied gentle pressure, carefully shaded in the paws and wing arms, completing the look.

"There!" Mike exclaimed, a sense of triumph resonating in his voice. He extended the transformed sculpture toward Leena, its proud pose elegantly showcasing his handiwork on the crystal surface. "Fixed it," he declared proudly, a warm smile spreading across his face as she chuckled in appreciation.

Leena's eyes sparkled with amusement as she regarded the modified cake topper. "If my father doesn't kill you, my mother certainly would if she saw that," she mused playfully, a slight smile dancing on her lips.

Mike gently placed the now-personalized sculpture on the ground beside them, his attention shifting to Leena as he lifted her head toward his own. Their eyes locked, a tender connection forming as he gazed into her soul. A soft smile played on his lips as he spoke, his voice filled with honesty and determination. "Let them try," he whispered. And then, without hesitation, he closed the distance, pressing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.

Leena moaned softly as he deepened their kiss, his hands moving to behind her jaw as he rotated his head slightly. His lips parting as her tongue met his, the warmth of her body a stark contrast to that of the evening sky. Mike pushed his tongue against hers and into her mouth, smiling as he ran it across her sharp teeth. The soft kiss contrasting against her sharp teeth as a reminder to how gentle she was to him despite her natural strength.

Leena felt him shiver slightly in the evening air and gently wrapped her paws around his waist and pulled him under her chest as she lay on the ground, Keeping her weight on her elbows and forearms she curled her long neck around so she could continue to kiss him passionately. Mike smiled into her as he felt her warmth seep into him, sheltering him from the bite of the evening chill.

As their lips parted, Mike took a moment to catch his breath, his gaze fixed on the deep, captivating amber pools of Leena's eyes. His words carried a profound sincerity. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you," he promised, his voice resonating with unwavering devotion. The effect of his heartfelt promise caused Leena's heart to flutter with affection.

"And your parents can't change that," Mike added, his hand tenderly cradling Leena's snout. His eyes lifted, meeting hers with unyielding confidence. "Besides, I know nothing bad will ever happen to me," he declared confidently. "Because I have a big, fire-breathing dragon to protect me," he concluded, a playful glimmer in his eyes as he held her gaze.

Leena couldn't help but let out a snort of amusement, her genuine smile finally gracing her snout for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Looking into his innocent eyes she promised herself:

She would do everything and anything to keep him safe.