Now that he was fired, Bin lost his biggest source of income. He had another job at a factory in the Industrial Harbor, however, that wasn't enough. To think everything would be ruined just because of one particularly annoying girl and her expensive dress. It wasn't that Bin wasn't apologetic for his mistake, but she took it too far. If she didn't react like that, the manager wouldn't have fired him.

Lost and upset, Bin wandered the streets for quite a while. He would occasionally stare at the children accompanied by their families, all living happy lives and not having to worry about food or expenses. Even amongst those the same age him, there were probably not many, if any at all, that had to sacrifice so much just to live.

After a bit more than an hour of aimlessly walking, Bin picked up Mina from the kindergarten then returned home.

As usual, he prepared some food for her and then they chatted about her day. Fortunately, Mina was quite a cheerful child and her time at the kindergarten was fun. Even though she kept eating the same food, she never complained or demanded more. In fact, Bin couldn't remember a time where she asked him for a toy or clothes. Then again, unlike him, she did have several sets of clothes.

While Mina was busy reading a children's book, Bin unknowingly dozed off only to be woken up by unexpected knocking on the door. It was too early to pay rent and there has never been an instance where any of the handful of neighbors 'visited' them. Wary, Bin cautiously approached the door and asked,

"Who is it?"

He used the peephole and saw two unfamiliar men dresed in black-suits.

"Open the door and come with us, the Miss wants to talk to you."

Although still cautious, Bin felt relieved that it wasn't thieves or homeless people. These two men's clothes were too fancy, so Bin suspected they might be swindlers, however, once he heard 'The Miss', he became confused.

As he opened the door and faced the two men, Bin glanced at Mina, who was peeking her head from a corner while curiously scrutinizing the two men.

'There's no other explanation. This 'Miss' they're referring to.. it's that girl.'

Besides Jasmine, there was no other person he recently offended, at least not to the point of sending people to his doorstep.

'But how did she find me so fast? And what does he want?'

"If she wants to talk, then tell her to come."

Scarce had he spoken these words did Bin feel the two men give him a look of intimidation, as if silently demanding he followed them.

"Mina, stay here, okay? I'll be back soon."

Unwilling to complicate things for fear of them resorting to violence, Bin chose to comply. As soon as Bin went down the stairs, he saw an expensive black car parked in front of the building.

"The Miss is inside, she wishes to speak with you."

"I get it, you don't need to repeat yourself."

Bin waved his hand and got inside the car, which was surprisingly spacious.

'It really is her. What a fucking stuck-up person.'

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The moment he was inside, Bin was welcomed by Jasmine, who was lying down comfortably, her phone in hand.

"Oh, you're finally here. Do you even know what you did? Not only have you messed my dress, you also ran away without paying for it. I'm not the type of person to let thing go."

Bin rolled his eyes at her, inwardly trying to think of a way to get rid of her.

"Aren't you a bit old to be acting so childishly? It was just a dress."

Jasmine's lips twitched ever-so-slightly. She was clearly the type to be easily-provoked. Initially, when she came here, she thought he would switch back to the respectful attitude and apologize again, but no such thing happened. Bin was already fired and wasn't going to use his saved money to pay for a dress.

"That's not the attitude you want to have if you want forgiveness."

"I apologized enough for my mistake. You're just so stuck-up... tch! Seriously, why did you have to blow things out of proportions? So... why did you come all the way here?"

Riled up by his tone, Jasmine glared at him and opened her mouth but no words were spoken.

"What? Can't speak or what? If you're here about the money then forget about it. I'm not paying you shit. If you're here to flaunt your superiority and have your bodyguards beat me up, then let's get this over with, okay?"

"You're... so annoying! Do you even know who I am? If I want to, I can make your life a living hell!"

Bin let out a mocking laugh while looking her up and down in a ridiculing manner, "I don't need to know your identity to know that your entire personality is about flaunting your status and wealth. It's sad, really."

"I don't go around doing that! And what's wrong with being born rich?"

Bin let out a groan of annoyance; He wasn't in the mood to discuss this with her.

"Let's stop this. Just... tell me why you're here. Surely, you didn't investigate me and find my address just to talk, right? If so, then you must really have a lot of free time."

Jasmine took a deep breathe before smiling and crossing her legs, seemingly trying to look composed and sophisticated. It was quite comical as it contrasted her agitated expression from a second ago.

"I've actually come for my money, however, it's clear you can't pay." She looked at her, her smile widening, "Which is why I want you to become my servant."

Bin frowned and maintained a long silence. In a matter of seconds, his mind thought about all sorts of things, including a way to embarass her further and also reject her offer.

In the end, after weighing the pros and cons, he decided against it. While this turn of events was truly surprising, it wasn't that bad.

"A servant? How much are you going to pay me?"

"Pay? You will be my servant until you pay for my dress."

"Not gonna happen." He solemnly shook his head, "That is called being a slave, not a servant. You think I'm going to waste precious time working for your annoying ass just for free?"

Jasmine gritted her teeth and was about to snap at him only to control herself and maintain a rather forced smile.

"Fine, I'll pay you."

"I get that. How much? It's got to be a substential amount considering what I'll have to go through."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I've met you just today and I've already got a headache. In case you haven't noticed, you don't seem to be a likeable person, though I'm sure no one tells you that to your face."

"You're a very rude. Are you always like this?"

"Just to the people I don't like. And rich people."

Jasmine gave him a piercing stare before raising three fingers, "Three thousand."

As soon as she spoke those words, Bin extended his hand and grabbed hers, shaking it vigorously, "Deal! Pleasure to be working for you, Miss. Hmm... Do I call you Master? That seems a bit weird, though."

Startled by this, Jasmine pushed his hand away and snorted, "No, you'll have to call me Master. As my servant, you'll have to do anything I say."

A mischievious smile plastered itself on her pretty face, one which made Bin click his tongue,

"Just so you know, I'm just pretending to be stupid. I know why you want me to work for you."

"I-Is that so?" She averted her gaze, feigning obliviousness.

'I've worked with people much worse than her. I'll be damned if I can't handle a single rich girl.'

Bin could see her motive from the get-go. She didn't need a servant, especially someone like him. Simply put, she wants him as her servant to make him submit, to bully him and make him submit. A lot of rich people had this inane superiority and when someone 'inferior' were to defy them, they commonly use money or other under-handed means to beat them.

3000$ wasn't a lot of money, but it was slightly more than his wage as a waiter. Since he got fired, this was the perfect opportunity for Bin. Whatever she was planning to him, he had full confidence in bearing through it and squeeze as much money as possible from her.