Later that night around seven p.m. after Charlotte had slipped into a long sleeved silk nightgown of lavender a maid came to her room to tell her that she was wanted in Mr. Warbuck's office. She wondered what on earth she could've possibly done wrong that he would summon her to his office like a principal summons a student to their office when they are in trouble, she shrugged her shoulders and put a warm velvet robe and matching slippers lined with silk on before she closed the door and followed the maid to his office. She couldn't help but admire the marble Romanesque style pillars, the crown moldings of silver and gold, antiques from at least every century in random nooks and crannies, she looked down as she walked along and realized she probably would never know luxury like this again when her two week stay at the Warbucks mansion was over. Part of her never wanted to leave while another more logical part of her knew that she would be adopted by a middle class family who probably doesn't live in New York nor remotely close for that matter. They arrived at the cherry oak door of his office the maiden knocked softly "come in" he motioned, as soon as they walked in he dismissed the maid and told Charlotte to sit. "You are a very interesting teenage girl young miss, tell me did your mother wear her hair down like you and you follow in her footsteps like that?" Charlotte was surprised as she crooked her head to her right side, she thought she was in trouble and what did her mother's taste in beauty have to do with anything at the moment "Sir my mother died when I was barely a toddler so alas I was too young and my memory to vague to remember how my mother wore her hair, I do remember however that her hair was the same shade of blonde as my own". Hmmm I see Oliver spoke to himself and went over to Charlotte slowly "turn in a circle" he commanded softly to her she spun around slowly, very aware of his hawk like eyes watching her every graceful curves that were visible even with the light robe she wore, when she stopped he gently grabbed her chin "Have you ever thought about being the mistress of a very wealthy man?". She blushed for a moment then quickly stepped back "No I couldn't possibly dream of such a thing" she said her eyes staring at the Oriental rug beneath her feet, carefully avoiding his gaze. "Not even for the wealthiest man in the world", no she replied quickly in almost a whisper "You would dare deny me, I could kick you out onto the street this moment for denying me" she shook her head "Well my dear you don't have a choice in the matter, you see for the next two weeks I own you, as long as you live in my mansion you are my property as is everyone and everything that is here permanently will always be my property". She was appalled by his words she didn't come here to become whore then sent back as "spoiled goods" when she returned to the orphanage than again he was the world's wealthiest man, there could be some perks to this even if it's for two weeks. "What will be in it for me if I willingly agree to be your mistress she inquired as she took of her robe and slippers so that he may see the outline of her graceful figure through her sheer nightgown. He went behind her and gently pulling away a golden lock from her hair he whispered in her ear "everything you desire, he felt the silken skin of her neck and chest…..jewels, fur stoles and coats, the finest gowns you have ever seen and more". For a moment he stopped touching her waiting for her response, once again she stepped back and this time she removed your gown "there is your answer she said with a seductive smile as she sat on his polished cherry oak desk crossing one leg over the other. For Oliver it was to now safe to assume that she was his as he discarded clothes and approached her…..