"Lucy, I think we should return the money to him. I don't think it's right," An instant guilt went into Simione.
"Return the money eh? Why? You worked for it," Lucy dismissed her proposition. "You deserve a good pay, afterall you are the best dancer in town,"
"Lucy you know I'm not a professional dancer and I don't really think such dance was worth twenty million, more so my company," Simione didn't know why she felt uncomfortable with the fact that Hawk paid twenty million for her company. It's just that, after that night, she felt unusually different, especially when President Hawk came into the picture.
"It's not like we force him to pay," Lucy reasoned. "Besides, the private dancing you did wasn't illegal per se. It was such an art, an art that's worthy of a big price,"
"But—"
