(Arata)
Pride was what I felt when I thought about Karsten after he decided to donate to my mom’s charity. He could have just taken it freely but he was a man of principles and paid way more than the worth of the cotton.
I decided to call Mom, once I would get ho.
I arrived down at the parking lot and Caysir was waiting for with his evergreen smile. It seed to remain permanently etched on his face.
Quickly he opened the door for and helped settle in.
"Thank you!" I gave a polite nod.
"Shall we?" He inquired once he had settled in the driving seat.
"Yes!"
He started the engine and smoothly drove us out of the underground parking lot.
"I took a quick sweep of thee area, in case anyone suspicious was lurking but found no one. Don’t worry, Miss Arata, you are safe with ," Caysir spoke but didn’t glance at through the rearview mirror, his eyes remained focused on the road ahead.
"I appreciate that." The respect that oozed from Caysir’s words was admirable. He seed full of life and talkative and yet he kept his eyes focused on the road only and didn’t glance at once.
By the ti we arrived at my apartnt, Caysir was telling about his 4-year-old daughter and how sassy she was.
I adored kids and had a fun conversation with him. He accompanied to my apartnt, his eyes remained sharp from the mont we arrived.
One would think Caysir looked like an ordinary man but I could guess he must be highly trained. Knowing Karsten’s obsession with security, he would never hire soone not professionally trained.
Reaching my door, I used my keycard to open it and Caysir asked.
"May I check it first?" I nodded. He quietly entered the place and checked. Finding nothing out of place, Caysir exited my apartnt.
"It’s clear. If you need to go anywhere or need for anything, just give a call. I will remain downstairs."
I shook my head and faced Caysir.
"That won’t be necessary, the building has a tight security system. I will see you tomorrow because I don’t plan on going anywhere."
"But, Mr Karsten told to ensure I kept you safe." He seed apprehensive of my decision but there was no point in him staying.
"I am safe in my place. If anything, I can always call you." I assured him again with a smile. This ti, he listened, and we exchanged numbers.
After Caysir had left I closed the door. It could only be unlocked from outside using my card key while the manual lock was inside and only I could unlock the door.
I dropped my bag and stuff on the table, including the stupid wig. What’s the point of wearing it? Karsten already knew the real colour of my hair.
Flopping onto the lounger I extracted my phone and dialled mom. I needed to speak to her in detail. She picked up on the second bell.
"Hey! Mom. I am alone now."
"Hey! Sweetie, how are you?" Her soft and comforting voice ca through. The love always dripped from it.
"I am good. Thank you for helping out without revealing anything."
"Always, did he suspect?" She asked softly.
"I think he slightly did but once he saw that my phone didn’t have your number saved, I think we are in the clear."
I heard her sigh in relief. "That’s good."
Twirling a lock of my hair on my index finger, I slipped down on the lounger, burying my aching back in the soft cushions.
"Mom, he has asked to transfer 5 Million dollars to Skyams Foundation."
"He did?" She sounded a bit surprised. "I wasn’t expecting him to donate such a sum."
I smiled to myself, rembering the dress he had bought for . Leaving my hair, I twirled the rose pendant along the chain, the embodint of his generosity.
"He is generous and a man of his word. You help him once and he will rember it."
He might be a brooding icy mountain but he did care about his employees and made correct choices.
"Have you adjusted well? He treats you right?" Mom asked, although she tried to keep the questions casual, I knew she was asking that as a concerned mother.
Karsten was very different from our family. All of us were very open and enjoyed joking around, having friendly banter and goofing off. Karsten had a serious dynamic but he cared—deeply.
He had shown that to with his actions on several occasions now, and seriously, I had begun to enjoy his company and the moody digs he threw.
He would fit perfectly in her s though, only if she knew his true self.
Plus, who wouldn’t want to see their boss in strawberry shorts? The mory will always be one of the funniest.
"He does. He is a bit moody, but he is just. He doesn’t care about soone’s status, only their work and dedication." There were no lies in my words apart from concealing the fact he was extrely moody and rarely smiled.
"I am so proud of you, Arata Chan. You are making a na for yourself. Keep going, girl." The pride in her voice swelled my heart and tears pooled in my eyes. That’s all a child wants to hear that their parents are proud of him or her.
"I love you, Mom. How is Baba?" I asked in a voice underlying with emotions.
"Mostly buried in work, although I am trying to lower his workload so he can relax more. Talk to him whenever you get ti. He misses you a lot."
Guilt plagued with her words. Sotis I did think of myself as selfish for leaving my parents when they needed .
"I miss you guys too. I will visit soon. I promise."
"We look forward to having you. Your brother’s birthday is coming. Try and visit," Mom requested.
"I will." Saying goodbye to Mom, I ended the call and left the lounge to change my clothes. This was going to be the first night where I would be all alone.
Firstly, it was Stella and then Karsten stayed the night. I hoped it would pass without any events. That’s when my cell phone began to ring again.
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