With his follower count soaring past a million, Cain decided to drop hairstyling videos just once or twice a week. He wanted to maintain a sense of exclusivity around his hairstyling, avoiding oversaturation, and make his fans excited.
Fifi even suggested he might scale it back to just once a month.
In the anti, Cain planned to ramp up content showcasing his idol skills like dancing, playing instrunts, and more. Sotis, he'd simply post a snapshot of his handso face or his fashion style, which wasn't really gaining serious attention right now.
Singing was still a challenge, though. Stuck at level 5, it seed like progress in that area was just out of reach — for now.
Cain opted for a sleek, long-sleeve business attire — pants, cloak, and gloves — before heading to DADDY Salon. He stuffed everything he needed into his duffel bag and headed out. Even now, the na of the place sent a shiver down his spine.
"Who in their right mind nad their salon like that?" Cain grumbled to himself.
"The na might sound ridiculous, but it's one of the top salons in Zone A," Fifi chid in, flying beside him as they descended a few steps down their HQ.
Downstairs, Joker and Bones were already up, whipping up breakfast.
"Cain!" Joker called out, blocking Cain's path. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"I've got sothing to take care of. You guys eat without . I'll grab sothing outside," Cain replied, brushing past him.
Joker persisted. "Cain, we really need to deal with the Silver Serpents encroaching on our turf. You've been so absent lately that we're lost on how to handle them."
Cain sighed deeply. "I'll take care of it once I'm free. In the anti, don't do anything stupid."
Joker could only watch as Cain hurried out the door, frustration etched on his face. As Cain disappeared, Joker scratched his head furiously. "What's with Cain lately? He's nothing like his old self!"
Bones chuckled. "Ohohoho, leave him be. Everyone's got sothing they'd rather keep to themselves. It's human nature."
"This is Cain we're talking about. What else interests him besides fighting?" Joker questioned.
Bones paused, then shrugged. "Hmm . . . good question."
Joker wasn't convinced. "Maybe it's ti we follow him ourselves."
All the lackeys they had sent to tail Cain ca back empty-handed — or worse, beaten up. Cain was just too sharp, his instincts too honed to be followed without him noticing.
Bones shook his head, flipping a pancake in the pan with a smile. "Don't do that. He'll be mad. Let him be for now. He'll tell us what's up when he's ready."
Joker slumped into a chair, groaning. "Ugh! The curiosity is killing ! The boredom is killing !"
"Ohohoho, maybe it's ti you found a hobby and stopped snooping in other people's business."
=== ⭐ ===
Cain made sure no one was following him before hailing a private cab to District 1. Better safe than sorry. Once there, he grabbed a quick breakfast before blending into a crowd, making his way to a restroom to change. When he erged, he was C.C., complete with a cap and mask.
He was gaining popularity fast, and the last thing he wanted was to be recognized and mobbed by fans. Fifi, floating nearby, rolled her eyes.
"You've only got a million followers. Don't act like you're so ga-celebrity. At most, people might snap a photo of you. Or are you afraid they'll touch you? Especially the girls?"
"Shut up," Cain muttered, ignoring her as they headed straight to DADDY Salon.
As Cain approached the building, he gulped. Contrary to what he had imagined, the salon was anything but tacky. The exterior was modern, sophisticated, and exuded a masculine vibe. Dark and gold walls with a blend of classic architecture and large, modern glass windows set the tone.
Inside, the salon was even more impressive, with a minimalist design in neutral colors. The won's section was separate from the n's, and the staff looked impeccably professional, dressed in uniforms and aprons. So of the stylists didn't wear uniforms but were clearly the top-tier, handling the cutting and styling.
Cain took a deep breath, steeling himself. This was a whole new world, and he was about to step right into it.
"Can I help you?"
Cain's attention was drawn to a tall, dark-skinned staff mber with a professional smile. He noticed that nearly all the staff here were male, which put him at ease . . . somwhat.
"Yes." Cain removed his mask and handed the man a letter. "I'm here for this."
The man's eyes twinkled, widening slightly as he recognized Cain. "Oh, you're C.C!"
At the ntion of his na, several staff mbers turned their attention to him.
"He's even more handso in person," remarked a wealthy-looking woman having her hair done.
"What are you talking about? All the staff here are handso," another comnted.
"That's why I always co here," chid in a third, and they all laughed.
Cain ignored the fawning old won and focused on the staff mber.
"Co inside. Our boss is expecting you." The staff mber led Cain down a private hallway towards the boss's office.
After knocking, the staff mber opened the door and gestured for Cain to enter.
Cain stepped into the spacious room, which was sparsely furnished with only a few cabinets. Behind an executive desk sat a tall man with broad shoulders, dressed in a black-and-white long-sleeve shirt rolled up to his elbows. His long legs were emphasized by his black pants. His hair was a striking grey, and when he looked at Cain, the latter felt montarily stunned.
The man appeared to be in his mid-forties or older, but his impressive physique and masculine presence were undeniable.
He smiled, his teeth sparkling white. "C.C.! I've been waiting for you! I thought you'd never co!"
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