Mr Wayans?

He watched intently from afar as she stood there beside the grave, expressionless no less than a pillar. As she placed the flowers on the fresh soil and her lips moved, like she whispered something. 

He was getting impatient every second to end this sad drama. He was about to step in her direction with his assistant behind when he realized that the fragile body had been fallen to ground in a millisecond. 

It all happened so fast before his eyes. He let out an annoying smirk in exasperation. 

"What? I thought it would be interesting!" He complained and Joseph couldn't help but feel bad for the poor girl. He couldn't even run to her to help without his boss's permission. 

"Joseph! I think you'll do it, what do you say?" He asked while taking off his sunglasses. 

"As you say sir" he replied obediently. 

They both headed in the direction of her limp body. What a painful sight it was, she laid there without any consciousness, beside her freshly buried mother. 

The black clouds started to gather in the sky, hiding the scorching sun behind them. And in a minute the light liquid droplets started to fall like diamonds from above. 

Dawson looked above, looking at the sudden darkness in the the environment. His burning cigarette was smothered by the tiny water droplets, letting out a faded sizzling sound. 

Likewise the transparent liquid hit his masculine face, letting it slid down on his skin. 

"This was much needed to create the perfect miserable scene" he satirized with a mischievous smirk. 

Joseph behind him ran instantly to the car to bring umbrella for his boss. But the water already started to soak inside his costly suit. He looked at the girl who laid there, unaware of her surroundings. 

Her hair started to get wet and her face covered with beads of water. Her black dress getting dirty with the mixture of soil and water. Her worn out, old purse lying not very far from her body. 

His gaze didn't averted and he simply watched her. She looked adorable, like a baby who's very young to suffer such a tragic mishap. But however it wasn't enough to stir his black heart. 

Not wasting another second he took a long stride towards her and leaned down on her level. Sliding his hands behind her back, he tried to lift her up in his arms. Her face gradually shifted in his direction to it's own accord, colliding with his steel chest. He realized that the slim body of hers, didn't had much weight. 

He could feel the temperature of her body on his skin. She was burning hot. And just like that his eyes caught the sight of her glistening neck where her wet strands of hair stick, provoking and irritating him. 

"What a mess!" He let out an annoyed sigh and averted his eyes, avoiding the sight of her face. 

He turned around and faced Joseph who was running in his direction with a black umbrella in his right hand. He reached and stood in front of him, motioning the umbrella above his boss's height, shielding him from rain. 

Not waiting for another command, he leaned down and hurriedly pick up her belongings and followed Dawson behind. 

Joseph could figure out the clear frustrated expressions of his boss but didn't understood his actions. Never in his lifetime he touched someone with such low standards, and now he picked up the girl from muddy ground, letting his own clothes getting dirty in the process. It was very rare for him to witness such side of Dawson because it never happened before. Dawson always looked down on poor people who didn't even had money to put up on better clothes on themselves. 

His dirty business only had poor women who couldn't afford luxuries of life and he regard them as outcasts. 

He walked silently beside him, sheltering the umbrella above him. 

The clouds were roaring and lightening struck them, creating a loud sound. The continuous sounds of thunder and heavy rain made the world looked dark around them. Everything turned gray, and soaked within the transparent liquor. 

Joseph opened the car door and he without a care, laid the girl on backseat of his Mercedes. Joseph closed the door immediately and opened the door for his boss. Dawson sat inside and Joseph instantly closed the door, running to driver seat. 

The engine was ignited and car roared on the road at full speed, letting the rain crash against it's metallic skin. 

Dawson irritatingly took out bunch of tissues from the box and started wiping the mud from his suit with a flustered expression plastered on his face. His brows were knitted and jaw was tight, which visibly made him looked angry. 

Joseph only afraid the aggressive nature of him. He focused on the road but his eyes couldn't help noticing the changes in his actions. 

*

The car halted inside the garage his palace like mansion. The driver ran immediately to open the car door for him, but Dawson angrily opened it himself and got out. Without acknowledging his surroundings, he straight went inside the mansion, crossing the hall way and going upstairs to his room at once. 

Joseph was not sure that whether he should shift Ruby to servant room or guest room. Realizing the importance of this girl, he suggestively got her shifted to a guest room and asked the head maid of house to clean her up and look after her. He didn't wanted to disturb Dawson in this state because it was likely for him to burst at such sensitive situations and the only person to suffer was Joseph. 

*

He took off his suit and threw it on the floor. Rolling his sleeves up of his white shirt, he glanced at himself in his wall mirror. He looked quite dark and stressed. 

"How the fuck you touched that untidy girl with your bare hands?" He consciousness questioned him. 

He didn't had any answer to that. He simply looked back at his reflection with agitated expression. 

"She is a mere girl whose parents died and you want to use her for your profit! Don't let that shit bother you. Just focus on what you planned" he subconscious instructed him like another self. 

And he graved those words on his mind so he can never break his rules again. 

Rubbing his aching forehead he took out a comfortable pair of garments from his wardrobe and headed inside the ensuite to take a long and warm shower, to calm down his nerves. 

*

She woke up from the continuous noise of rattling glass against the thundering rain. The sound of each thunder strike was so loud that it almost scared her. She lightly tried to sat up with half opened eyes. Her little brain started to wake up from gradually from the heavy slumber. 

As her minds processed and she tried to look around, she didn't recognized a single thing around herself. She was laid down on a large warm bed, placed beside the opposite wall of door. In front of her was a lush dressing mirror, drawers and racks on its side which were filled with all sort of cosmetics and skincare products. There was large window beside her left wall on which thick navy blue curtains hung down. The room was dipped in warm, cozy yellowish light. On the right side wall was some expensive framed paintings and a couch was placed beside it along with a glass table, on which a vase was placed, stuffed with sunflowers. At the right end was another door, more likely the way leading to ensuite. 

Everything around her was strange and unrecognizable for her. And it scared her. She didn't know where she was. Her insides started to panic gradually as she tried to get up and go out but her head started to spin and her empty stomach growled. 

With great difficulty she removed the cozy blanket from her body and tried to shift her legs down, touching the cold floor. 

She looked for some footwear under the bed and on sideways. Gladly she found a pair of furry slippers. As she was about to wear them on her feet, the door of the room opened and a woman appeared. 

She wore a black and white uniform which more specifically could be categorized as a servant uniform. Her hair tied into a bun and she wore an apron which looked like a part of her uniform. She looked middle aged, in her thirties. Her face was pleasant and decent with fine lines forming somewhere on her skin. 

"It's nice to see you awake. Do you need anything?" She asked politely, making ruby get out of her stance at once. 

"Where am I?" The only words which formed on her tongue. 

"You're inside the Wayans mansion. If you're feeling well, I'll inform Mr Wayans. He will clarify your queries as they brought you here" she informed her kindly with a polite smile and headed out of the room, closing the door in process. 

"Mr Wayans?" Obviously she heard the name before but it couldn't be possible that she was lying inside the house of an unknown rich man who also brought her here himself. 

She knew well that this name belonged to the richest man in the city of Manchester and in the top ten category of country. But is he the same Wayans she only heard about on screen?

Either way it wasn't acceptable for her to be here, at an unknown place.