The nice chauffeur drove her to the most talked about toy store, while Inaya acted very electrified, which was blatantly out of character. 

 

Regardless of all their efforts to cheer the young lady up, the little girl gazed longingly at a mother and son pointing to a red car, the price tag was a total rip off.

"Maybe next year." The mother spun him around giving him a big kiss on the cheek, he responded glum."Okay, mom."

The little lady impulsively went to the cashier, asking for that toy to be wrapped and to be given to the boy. After checking the gift was delivered, returned to her worried employees.

"Let 's head home."

"What about your present, little miss?" The maid put a hand on her shoulder.

"They don't sell it here." The child replied, a tad miserable.

"We'll search the world if we must!" The two voraciously affirmed.

"Thank you guys, I just really wanna go home." 

The cake was shared with her dozen servants, due to her refusing to hold a party, quoting her words our staff are my friends.

Weeks later, a rare joyous occasion occured, her parents were simultaneously back at the manor. Getting word of it, the child rapidly ran to greet them.

"Mom, Dad, you do love me!"

"I let you waste my money, that's the biggest proof." The politician fixedly counted his earnings.

"Why wouldn't I? You're the carbon copy of me young." The model pinched her cheeks.

"Go swim in the pool with your maid, we're busy now, we'll see you later." The little girl obeyed, not knowing that the next time she would look for them they would be off on a flight to their private island.

"Amin, Inaya!" A brunette shouted from inside a luxury cab at the manor's gate, the security sighed."Another one claiming to be the missing heir."

 

The two closest to the real heir went to give a piece of their minds to the eleventh fake of the day."Is your heart numb? Shameless leech!"

"That's my warm welcome?" The college student instigated her workers who had a burden taken off their shoulders."Lyla!"

"Lend me the platinum card." The moment the rich girl dispatched the cab, the two employees seized her in a bone crunching clinch."Don't run away ever again!"

"My parents must be as worried as you are!" Her phrase made them exchange anxious glances, while the young lady looked around expectant.

The TV in the living room was transmitting the news. The anchorman briefly went through Lyla Glassberg's mysterious disappearance on campus approximately seven months ago.

"How do you feel, Mr. Glassberg?" The broadcaster inquired.

"Simply devastated, if you don't want to share the same pain as mine, vote for me for security of quality."

"What about you Mrs Glassberg, are you planning on abandoning the catwalk?" 

"As much as it breaks my heart that she's gone, I cannot give up. That's what my daughter would've wished for." 

The model used the fakest crocodile tears to stir sympathy, gaining herself a lot of exposition.

"Their daughter is missing and they use it for publicity?!" Grabbing the remote, she turned off the TV."What was I expecting from them?"

Her servants were dejected anticipating her sorrow, though she solely embraced them who were beyond moved by her next action.

"Thank you for raising me, without you I'm sure I wouldn't grow into a decent person."

"Where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere on the map." The family driver enunciated in anguish.

"Why didn't you pick up your phone?" The maid gave her a light blow in the head.

"Oww! I'll give you the details!" The politician's daughter prepared her defense."Sit down, it's going to be a lot to take in."

The ex-law student presented her case truthfully, a bit concerned whether they would doubt her sanity afterwards or assume she was a crazy girl convinced she was Lyla Glassberg."Absurd, isn't it?" 

"..You're being honest." Inaya was aware that her lying tone is calm, somewhat cunning, although she just said something absurd, it's purely genuine.

"It's hard to believe, but explains why I couldn't catch your signal on the whole globe." Amin recalled the tracker on her phone failed to get the precise location.

"Will we see you again?" Despite the conflicting situation, the two focused on one worry.

"I'll come by often, keep it a secret." The brunette instructed."To anybody who asks, I ran away to marry my foreigner boyfriend or whatever."

"The magazines will love that." The maid said in disapproval.

"You'll be on the front cover!" The driver humored the idea.

"I'll give them some material!" To put wood on the fire, the college student wrote a post on all her social media, her final goodbyes.

"Pure drama." Proud, the model's daughter published on every available platform, instantly repercussions arose.

"This is going to blow up …" Inaya exhaled preoccupation, while Amin and Lyla did a high five totally excited.

"We hope so!" Their carefreeness had the maid fainting, the two fanned her until she recovered consciousness.

"Want a cup of water?" Inaya dismissed the employer's kindness.

"Shake?" The maid refused again, the rich girl kept listing items."Juice? yogurt? cereal? Honey? Biscuits? Fruit?"

"I don't need it." The employee was overwhelmed.

"That's unnecessary." Her coworker comprehended her, or so she eluded herself.

"She needs meat!" The woman facepalmed, the man went on citing food options."Pork? Chicken? Eggs? Fish?"

"Get me some water!" Stressed at their insistence, resigned.