- KILLIAN -
“While I am quite interested in your offer, the percentage you demand to have is such an off mark for this deal. I am afraid I won’t be able to co to terms with that. It needs to be changed.” I say, swirling in my seat.
If there’s one thing I love aside from killing, it’s doing business and making good profit. Having money is therapeutic. A smirk forms on my face as I lean my fingers up to play with my hair. It’s a good thing I have a load of it.
It’s even better when there’s soone to spend it on. I’m thinking of buying tickets for a holiday in a few weeks. The clearing of heads is very much needed.
“Yes.” I say on the line, listening to my newest investor. “That’s very reasonable. I shall et with my lawyers and have my secretary book a eting for us.” He says sothing from the other side. He’s being very lenient. People like these are the kinds I love working with. “It was nice having to speak with you, Oliver. We would make fine partners.” My grin widens. “Have a great day.”
I stay on the line further and wait for him to end the call. If I was years younger, I may have considered having my little victory dance, but my nature wouldn’t allow to. I feel good having to secure a deal. It’s been a while since I had proper work to do outside the whole school charade. It feels relaxing to secure a deal.
I sigh with relief as I sink my back backwards in the chair. Despite being involved with business in the underworld, I do have legal functioning ones which I keep separate for a lot of reasons. I don’t plan to spend all my days in this shrewd business. Although I can’t say the sa for Liam, I don’t know what he wants at this point.
Speaking of which, I’ve got to phone him. He’s my all ti ‘secretary’. I sit up and lower my phone beneath eye level and dial his number when I hear voices.
From how faint it sounds, I can tell it’s coming from my living room. One reason for the location of my ho office being here is that it gives a decent amount of observation of every other room in the house no matter how far it is. I am well trained to sense even the slightest of shift in the air or hear a pin drop on a rug.
My jaw tightens. Two people are here, I can tell by the exchange of words in the conversation, and they’re won. I dip my phone in my pocket and step out of my room. Hazel didn’t specify she was coming over so I wasn’t expecting anybody. Seems like she brought a friend.
I’m totally okay with her doing that as we have discussed this, but I was supposed to be inford so I make myself scarce. It hasn’t even been up to a day since the blog was taken off and she’s already bringing people in randomly without my knowledge knowing fully well I might be ho.
I sigh as I descend the stairs. Again, it could be soone else invading my ho which won’t be far fetched considering this is actually a gift from S.
I make my way to the living room. Hazel cos to sight. She’s talking to soone and hasn’t noticed yet. I stand silently with a hand in my pocket, waiting for her to turn.
She finally did. Her face brightens up imdiately. “Killian.” She breath with a wide smile on her face. “et Carol. The lady I told you about.”
I look past her then around the room. Nobody is here. Is Hazel okay? Now that I think about it, whoever she was talking to wasn’t saying a word and she’s not holding a phone, nor are her ears plugged with airpods.
“Co on out, Carol.”
“Oh yeah, sorry. Got an unexpected call.” The sound of the voice makes my brows crease. Now I can sll it. Asami’s perfu. Walking from the side of the living room behind a wall is Asami. She’s dressed like a normal person rather than how extravagant she usually dresses. My jaw tightens the mont I set my eyes on her.
I feel my fist clench in my pocket.
“Carol, Killian.”
Fuck. This is very bold of Asami and very daring. The ends of my lips curl well enough for to look polite but not into a smile. “A pleasure to et you, Carol. Hazel has told so much about you.” Not as much as I’d have liked. I had no idea that ‘Carol’ is Asami. I should’ve asked more questions. Heck, I should’ve put her on surveillance but I chose to let Hazel do her thing unsupervised.
“Please, the pleasure is mine.” Asami says, staring straight into my eyes with a confident smirk. She knows what she’s doing. Whatever ga she’s playing at, I do not support it and I do not intend to see it continue. I imdiately look away from her.
I wonder what Asami told Hazel that possibly made her show her the ‘professor’ she’s dating. The sa Hazel that wanted to keep this private. What form of mind control did Asami use? I need to know.
I try to contain the temper swerving in my body. Not in front of Hazel at least.
“You have a beautiful ho, mister.” Asami says, peering around.
“I know right?” Hazel chirps in. “And you’re always welco to swing by when I’m around.”
That makes my body stiffen for a second. Who gave Hazel the right to—
I take a deep breath, putting a pause to my thoughts. Seeing Asami once a week every Thursday is unbearable enough, now I have to deal with her reoccurring presence.
“You’re too kind. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Asami imdiately says innocently. That’s how she does it, gaslights you in a way that makes it seem like she cares and doesn’t want to be a bother, pushing you to do her bidding without knowing you’re doing it. If there’s another horrible word for irritation, that’s what is perfect to describe the feeling I have when I look at Asami.
“Please, you’re always welco.” I say. The words strangle their way out my mouth. “‘Carol’.” I say her alias with a fake smile. I guess I’ll leave these two. . ., for now.
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