She was drenched, her long brown hair was totally wet, as she walked down the road with her luggage.

LA was a huge city, where would I find her?

Actually Jenna, was an orphan, she was given a job in Europe, somehow her plane landed in LA.

She had no penny on her, as she walked down the streets she prayed that a good being would help her out, but no one seemed to care.

Thoughts ran through her mind, as she walked to no destination, she said crying as she was cold and tired.

Arnold, a filthy rich man, who was just coming outta a bar, he was on a black suit, he was tall and muscular, he had cold dark beautiful eyes, with nice shaped brows and long lashes. He had dark long, bronze hair,he had a perfect physique,he was so beautiful, Nd looked calm, with his hands always tucked at his sides of his pants pocket.

He got into his car, his driver was on a white, and black suit, with gloves, anyone seeing him would think he's a government official, or some sort of prince.

He sat at the passengers seat, as he looked out the window, catching the cold air.

Suddenly the car stopped...

Sir,...The Chauffeur called out.

Why did you stop the car.?.. Arnold asked without looking at him, he still maintained his position.

Someone is lying on the road Sir.. He replied with a worried look.

What do you mean someone is lying on the road?.. he still didn't change his position..

I..I'll go look, the Chauffeur hurriedly went out of the car, with a black umbrella as he saw Jenna.

He came back to the car. Sir, it's a lady.. , he said avoiding his gaze, as if it were a crime to look directly at Arnold.

Arnold slowly turned to him, a lady? He asked, with no expression on his face just his normal cold look.

Yes, she's there with some luggages . He quickly replied.

Arnold slowly shook his head to the door, signaling him to get the door open. So he did,

Your Umbrella Sir, Chauffeur put the umbrella over his head, as they slowly walked to where Jenna laid.

Is she dead?..his said With no emotions, he looked at her as if he was staring at a prey.

No, she's still breathing..he replied expecting an order from his boss. But he said no word..

W..what should we do Sir? He asked, looking downwards. No one dared look at Arnold, it was as if it were written on his fore head warning people to avoid his gaze.

With his hands still tucked in his pockets,.. he took about eleven seconds to reply. Get her into the car. He gently walked back into the car, not minding the rain.

He gently sat, took off his black suit, leaving his white shirt and his red tie visible.

The man carried Jenna on his arms, as he made her sit at the passengers seat, she was well positioned as he went to the drivers seat.

What now sir?, he asked,bowing his head.

Drive us home. He said looking out the window.

Jenna slowly fell on his broad shoulders, and mumbled something.. thank you... her eyes were closed, her lashes were wet, she was shivering and was utterly cold.

Arnold turned facing her, seems she'd been out there for long. He thought.

He gently put his black suit which on at his side, on her shoulders, making her feel warm, at a point she stopped shivering.

The car stopped in front of a huge white mansion, it was night so the lights outside shown bright, outside was designed with lovely flowers, it was a huge and spacious environment.

A guard on black suit with black shades, opened the door, as Arnold stepped out.

He walked inside the house, about heading to his room,when the man spoke, Arnold paused.

What should we do with her?, the Chauffeur asked carrying Jenna in his arms,

Without turning to him, he straightly said, take her to a room, get her something to eat,prepare her for a warm bath, and call The Doctor to check up on her. He walked to his room at gently closed the door behind him..

Corey did as he was told, Corey was in his 30s, he was charming, he was a blonde, tall guy.. why would he be a driver when he could be a super model?

The doctor checked her and told Corey that she had a cold, and that she'd be fine within days. The doctor left.

Jenna slowly opened her eyes, as she saw Corey standing by the side of her bed,.. she looked weak and tired.

Where I'm i?, she weakly asked

You're at Mr Arnold's Mansion. He replied.

Immediately she noticed she had a heavy suit on her shoulders.. she looked at it and looked back at him.

That's Mr Arnold's. He said with his arms across his chest..

Thank you Mr Arnold, she simply said, wondering why he saved her.

You shouldn't thank me, I'm just his Chauffeur, Mr Arnold is my boss, I work for him.

Oh, where is he? Can I go see him?..she asked getting up.

Nope, you can't see him.

Why? She looked curiously.

You just can't see him, you'll see him only when he wants you to. , he headed towards the door. He then paused.

Some maids would come get you ready for a warm bath, you've got a cold. He walked out of the room..

I can't see him?, but why? Is he sort of a Demigod or something?, mm.what a mysterious man.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock..

Please come in..she replied stretching to see who it was.

Two ladies dressed in a black and white maid uniform walked in.

Good day ma'am.. they greeted in chorus

Ma'am?? Were they actually calling me that?? She asked herself before she looked up.

Please come with us, a lady said..Jenna followed them.

This is the bathroom, she pointed, here is the changing room, there are nice clothes you could change into..

Seems like Mr Arnold already made arrangements for those.. she thought.

If there's any other thing you need, let us know.. the maids left her room.

Woaw, I wonder who this Mr Arnold is and what he looks like, seems he's from a royal home, or recognized personnel here in LA.

I must thank him for this great offer.