"Um excuse me Ms. You're not aloud to just go in."
"I have to meet roll number 32, to talk to him about his case."
"Ms. you know tons of lawyers have came to persuade that guy for his case, none of them have succeeded, and I can assure you that you won't either. This guy is stubborn as shit." Said the police officer.
"Trust me, if he is stubborn as a rock , then I am stubborn as a building. This time he will have to tell me his story."
"Okay, if you insist. Good luck" he said as he took her to a man who has been stuck in jail for the past 2 years, to a guy who is always very stubborn about his descison.
The police officer opened the jail cell that contained this man, this man with a story that no one knew, that didn't want help from anyone. The officer led a lady who was ready to persuade this man into letting her help him, all she needed to do was guilt trap him into telling his story.
After all, how hard could persuading this man be? What is his story that he intends to hide? Why doesn't he want to get out of here? She thought.
As she entered she saw the back of a man, he was wearing the traditional white clothes of prisoners. He seemed mysterious from what she could see.
"Hi, I should start by introducing myself..." She started to speak.
"And I should start by stopping you before you try to persuade me into letting you take this case, tons of you have came in the past. So, If they didn't get the case neither will you. You can leave, I'm sure you know the way." This man said as sat facing his back against her.
"How did you know, I was a lawyer? What if I was a family member of yours" she demanded
"My family doesn't come here anymore." He said, his back still facing her.
"Well I will have you know, I am not leaving until you decide to tell me your story."
"Blah blah blah, listen I have heard it all, okay I'm not telling anyone anything so you can leave."
"I will not leave, at least tell me your name."
" What will you do knowing my name, seriously please leave."
"I'm not your enemy I just want to hear your story, please let me help you."
Finally after 5 minutes of her being there and trying to persuade him, he turned around. He was 6 feet tall, with a clear 5 o clock shadow on his face, with the perfect jawline and as she had assumed he had the most mysterious greyish blue eyes with ruffled brown hair, falling on his perfect face.
"You know you are the first one who has put up with me for this long, by now people give up and leave. Why do you care so much?"
"I have heard a lot about you and your case and how it is impossible for any lawyer to persuade you into letting them help you. Plus I made a deal, that I won't marry my fiancé until I get this case." She stated simply.
"Oh so I'm a challenge to you?" Quirking his eyebrows.
"No I'm just intrigued by you, so will tell me your name." She asked with hope clear in her eyes.
"I'll tell you, everything. First of all my name is deam, Demeter Howard."
"Wait you are the famous Demeter Howard, the heir and CEO of the Howard media house, that went missing." She asked surprised
"I guess so."
"So why are you here, what did you do?"
"I told you I will tell you everything, but for that I need to start from the very beginning. Take a seat you are in for a long story ms. Sorry I didn't catch your name."he said with a smile on his lips and dimples popping on his cheeks.
"Right my introduction that you stopped before I could even say a word anyways my name is Victoria Miller." She said as she took a seat, and got ready to record the story everyone has been dying to know. And so he started, from the beginning.
