Melody chokes on her drink and Duke quickly grabs her glass of water.

She is still coughing as she tries to get the water down her throat as Duke rubs her hands.

Everyone is watching them, with more contempt than admiration, but at least they don't say what they feel.

After she has drunk the way, she looks at her grandfather, her eyes squinting.

" What did you say, Papa? You want to give him a job?" She asks.

" I was talking to him, not you, Melody. " He raises his nose in disapproval.

All eyes fall on Duke again.

" What do you say, Duke?" He nods at him. " Do you want the job or not?"

" The reason why he traveled was to get a job. " She speaks on his behalf. " We don't need your help, we don't. "

" You traveled to find a job and how did that go for you?" Her father asks.

" Not as I expected. " Duke rubs the back of his neck.

" Exactly what I thought. " Her mother raises her shoulders like this was something she was forthcoming about.

" So tell me, Duke, you can't be complet

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