Zoey's heart started pounding in her chest at the thought of having to service former business associates of her father's. Her mind reeled at the thought of some of them and she hoped that her Master did not invite some. Most actually, but most of all he hoped that Lord and Lady Hargrove were not on the list. The Lady was rumoured to be quite a sadist and had taken a keen interest in Zoey. Her father had always shielded her, politely declining when the Lady offered to have her out to their estate for equestrian lessons. Now, because of her own efforts of revenge on her father, she could end up falling into that wretched woman's clutches. Zoey felt the sudden urge to be ill. The thought of being the entertainment for all of the people she had grown up around when her father had thrown parties and gatherings was surreal and terrifying.<br/><br/>Her eyes watched Quentin while he mulled over her plea. Her breathing got more ragged as the silence stretched on and a small tremble started in her hands. She let out a pitiful sob when he confirmed her fears.<span style="color: indigo"> "Y-yes Master I can write." </span>Tears stung her eyes and at his gesture she crawled to the desk.<span style="color: indigo"> "W-who sh-shall I invite Master?" </span>She asked, beseeching a God she was not sure was listening to spare her a handful of names. If she had no choice, maybe it was not too much to hope that at least she could be spared the worst of it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>