Aldea roamed the tall skyscraper. It was a bit lonely, the plain glass walls reflecting the world, her empire, but nothing more. Nothing special. Nothing worth keeping.

She stopped at a glass panel, looking down and watching the people pass, living their life. Having a job, a family, friends. Having a life. And absolutely hating it. They were rampaging over the smallest things, holding boycotts against each other. They didn't realize how lucky they were to have what they did.

Aldea watched the protesting turn into fighting. Police were called, blood was spilled. Just like every other day. Down along the halls she continued.

She looked at the thin light gray walls, very few of them were there, that held her art. Her drawings of flowers. So many. There was one in the center that always caught her attention. It was a wilting flower on fire, and she did not recall painting that on purpose. It was right after her 7th birthday. She tended to forget that day by instinct.

The woman with a clipboard's heels could be heard 10 doors away. Aldea turned her body towards the tall lady, looking up. "Yes?" She asked.

"Your client from before has left, and now company Saltwell's owner is here to talk to you." She said sharply. "Your mother is in the meeting room talking with him right now." Aldea stared at the wilting flower.

"I'll be on my way. Go on ahead." Aldea said with a slight hint of sarcasm in her voice. The woman with a clipboard bowed and rushed towards the meeting room. The young billionaire started walking again, taking her time.

She hummed her favorite tune as she listened to the music above her head. The song echoed along the hallways as she moved her legs in a particular pattern. Moving in a beat filled way.

Music was her only get away, away from the pain that filled her hollow body. Away from the bad memories of her blowing out the candles and the-

"Mistress Aldea," Luce said, his tone sounding more human. He was walking right beside her as he held copies of paperwork she was about to need, along with coffees. "You seem to be enjoying the tunes that fill the void of this building."

Aldea giggled softly. "You seem to acknowledge a lot more than the others, Luce. But to answer your question, I do indeed like this song."

"Like? What is that?" Luce asked, his head moving down to look at the girl. "I have seen this word in multiple coppies of your favorite series "Percy Jackson"."

"Like is a word we use to describe something we have good feelings about and tend to think about a lot. It's easy to mix up with love, but love is a word that has multiple feelings that are ten times the feelings in the word 'Like' " Aldea explained. Luce nodded his jerky head, which was getting less jerky as he watched other humans move.

"Ah, so if I say 'I like you' it will have the feelings you say?" Luce asked, relaxing a bit. Aldea nodded. "Well, I like you, mistress."

"I like you, too." Aldea replied with a short smile, which turned into a frown after they arrived. "When you walk in, don't say a word unless I say otherwise." She ordered as she gently pushed open the door.

"And that's when Aldea was taking her first bath, isn't she so adorable!" Aldea's mom laughed with the owner of Saltwell, showing pictures of Aldea's childhood.

"Ahem," Aldea cleared her throat and took a seat. "Let's begin, shall we?" She glared at her mother, who quickly put away the photos and sat up straight.

"I'm here for multiple things Mistress Al-" The owner started.

"I do not care for anything other than business. Luce, why don't you hand out the paperwork and coffee?" Aldea looked over at Luce with a smile as he passed out copies of her hard work, hours spent into just three pages. Luce also handed out the coffee, which no one touched.

"Ah, I see the young lady works hard. But what's more important is financial business." The owner said sharply. He turned the focus towards the young lady at the head of the table. "Your mother and I have decided you are to marry my son."

"Excuse me, but are you insane? I object. You only want us to marry for money and nothing more. People with their money these days, can't you see you have everything?" Aldea snapped at him. "I will not ever marry your son for I am already in love with another. Go find someone else to marry that stuck up, snobby son of yours." Aldea scoffed. Luce sat down next to the young girl and watched the conversation, copying the stance that she had.

"Excuse you, young lady, don't forget-" Her mother began. Aldea wasted no time on her.

"That you made me rich? Oh please, all you did was give me a ride to the competition. You're worse than Jonathan, you old hag. Go get a life and then I'll consider even looking at you." She said with a devilish smile, the woman with a clipboard dragging her mother out of the room.

"YOU WILL REGRET THIS! YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!" The words could be heard all the way down in the streets.

Aldea rolled her eyes before returning to the owner of Saltwell. "I believe that is all the time I have. See you at our next meeting?" Aldea purred. The man did not look happy one bit, and left the room without saying a word. All that came out of those fat lips of his were grumbles of dissapointment.

Aldea looked at Luce. "Go make sure mom is taken care of?" She said with a sly smirk.