The stench within the bus and the heat made him dizzy till George had to hold on to the pole besides him. He could only hope the sticky substance he felt on the pole could be washed easily later. The bus swayed and horned as the traffic became heavier as they approached the city’s central. They reached the new mall finally and found it crowded with the eager shoppers queuing to get into the new mall on its first day.

The heat of the sun soon riled up the crowd and it became rowdy as the mall’s doors refused to open on time. The situation became tense and the police soon arrived to control the crowd by circling around the street. Malee looked at George in panic. They would not be harmed but a prince getting arrested by the police and jailed would be a part of national television for days if thy knew who he was. In a flash of inspiration, she took out her phone and searched though the photos that till she found a shot that she was looking for.

The photo of her and the police commissioner, along with the third prize winner together. She showed it to the policeman coming to handcuff her and he stopped. He pulled her aside from the rest and asked who she was. His face went white as the commissioner  years ago once he heard her employer’s name and apologised profusely. Malee pointed to the group  , with George in the centre with his cap covering eyes, and soon they were pulled out the crowd into a police car towards the station. The servants at the house of George was above the rest as it seemed.

The police car was quiet with all putting their heads down not to get into the flashlights of the reporters coming into the central square. A public riot with the police on the first day of a new mall opening was too tempting for them to ignore. Thankfully , the police car carrying Malee and her friends , along with George, was into a deserted street by the time they could hear a rush of cars passing by on the main road.