Are You Happy?

"Jorell, I really don't want to go in," Clarita whined sadly. Her once fresh face was now wilted, with her lips curled downward. She really didn't feel up to facing the people in there. It felt like she was going to be thrown into hell. So horrible!

Secretary Jorell sighed softly. He honestly couldn't bear to see the usually haughty and mischievous Miss Clarita become this pathetic. But what could he do? This was an order from Lord Felix. There was no way he could argue with him.

If his Master showed up and took her place in dealing with them, it would not be good for Miss Clarita's image. They would look down on her and think she was easy to bully. Perhaps there was some truth in what his Master had said back then, that Miss Clarita should start learning to face obstacles in life.

"Miss, haven't you always been very tough and not afraid of anything? Let's just say that the people inside are the ones you hate the most. Once they attack you, of course, you wouldn't just stand by and ch