The next morning, Emilin woke up with a headache.
After washing up and taking so dicine to prevent a fever from cropping up, she made her way to the living room of the apartnt, which she wasn't all too familiar with just yet.
She was scrolling through her phone when soone knocked on the door.
Without even having to look at the peeping hole, she opened the door to welco Xander, who ca in with fresh bread from the cat cafe across the street, which worked as half a bakery, Emilin's preferred caral macchiato, and another bag filled with papers.
As per usual, they spent a few hours reviewing and revising a few details here and there with Xander asking questions about the sector he was working on.
"I'm going to start getting slightly busier now, so I probably won't be available 24/7 anymore," Emilin sipped on her coffee, which now that she thought about it, she shouldn't be drinking.
It wasn't the healthiest thing to drink coffee at her young age, but nor was ingesting as much sugar as she did per day, so Emilin made do.
There were a number of supplents and dications she could concoct to deal with this much.
To be fair, she preferred milk tea, or bubble tea, whatever you would like to call it, not that it was any better for her health, but it wasn't widely available here in Opaque city.
She played around with the pen she was using to write on her journal while Xander was working when out of nowhere, she said, "Maybe I should recomnd sister Margo go into the bubble tea industry."
Well, it wasn't out of nowhere for Emilin who was thinking about it, but for Xander who was currently looking at the basic studies about cancer cells, which weren't all that basic at all, he needed to make sure he heard correctly.
"What if she doesn't want to go into that industry?" Xander threw out the question.
"Well, if she isn't interested, maybe I should open up a chain store myself so that I can drink milk tea wherever I go."
Looking at Emilin sipping her caral macchiato, he finally realized what this was about.
After all, Emilin was a free spirit, she did whatever she liked, whenever she liked, with barely any regard.
It wasn't about her care for the industry nor Margo, clearly, it wasn't about the money either.
She just wanted to drink so milk tea at that mont, yet sohow, that rounded up to making an international chain store.
[This was totally how she ended up with all the troubles she has today :P]
Xander watched as Emilin wrote sothing down on her notebook just to cross it off right after, writing sothing else underneath.
"What are you writing?" Xander didn't usually ask about this notebook that Emilin carried around, it seed rather private since she carried it everywhere, writing on it whenever she had the chance, but since she was writing on it right now as she spoke to him, he couldn't restrain his curiosity.
"Brainstorming a good na for the shop," Emilin said nonchalantly.
'Sorry, what?'
"Aren't you planning a little too ahead?"
"Not at all, to succeed in sothing, you always have to be a step ahead."
Xander showed his pearly white teeth through his weary smile.
'Isn't she a little too eccentric?'
'I don't think that this is what is ant by a step ahead... will thinking about the na now really help?'
"Don't you think that you should be asking Margo whether she wants to do it or not first?"
Without even realizing it, Lady Margo had gone to Margo, simply because that was what Emilin called her
Emilin thought about it for a bit before shaking her head.
"There is no need for that anymore, she will be quite busy for this next while, there is no need to involve her in such matters when she already has a lot on her plate."
Emilin was surprisingly considerate.
Actually, she just didn't even know whether Margo would have the international reach. She wanted milk tea to be available everywhere, wherever she went, it was even better if she didn't have to pay for it.
"Are you sure you want to decide in such haste?" Xander appealed to her rationality, but that didn't work very well in the face of a bull.
"This is just a thought, nothing has been determined yet."
'WTF do you even an, you are already deciding on the na of the shop, what do you an nothing has been determined yet? I bet if I turn around, next thing I know, you'll already be trying to figure the nas of the children for these shops.'
She was clearly quite determined, where was this indecisiveness she was talking about?
'Why don't I see it?'
"So what are the nas you thought of?"
Xander probed.
anwhile, what he was really thinking about, was how to best persuade Emilin not to venture into such a business! Or into any business for that matter!
Emilin here was already telling him that she would be quite busy for a while with sothing else, yet on the other hand, she was still planning on opening an international chain store… which hand would be the one helping him?
There would be none left!
He couldn't let that happen, he couldn't let this young lady, who he was willing to take in as his master, have her attention divided even further!
'If you are so good at dicine, can you please not deviate to sothing else entirely!' He wanted to scream.
Since Emilin was saying that she was planning to do it and that she could do it, Xander didn't question that part at all.
After getting to know Emilin, Xander knew well that she wasn't one to bullshit.
(If he knew the number of businesses Emilin was handling in na, Xander would surely faint in frustration.)
The truth of the matter was that Xander knew that Master M was quite the special existence, however, Emilin was no less interesting.
Though Master M was well known for his feats in the dical field, even a shadow of his real identity couldn't be found.
Who knew if, in real life, he was a businessman or a collar worker? Though that second one was highly unlikely.
Anyways, Xander was sure that dicine was not what he did for a living, and he was now even more sure with Emilin's subtle hints.
She was clearly saying that she could do the business herself… at a mont's notice too.
Then did that an that Master M could do so as well? Or even better? Or maybe he had already done so sowhere in this world.
First with her being M's disciple, and second, her age, and now this, not to ntion he had yet to figure out what she was doing in Opaque city.
Though Xander had t Emilin in person, he felt like this young woman, Master M's disciple, was no less mysterious than the 'man' himself.
And what was even more peculiar than anything else was the fact that she never really did anything all day.
She seed to have so much free ti in her hands it was mind-boggling.
She would pet cats, play on her phone all day, sleep like there was no tomorrow, even having the ti to ditate for hours on end…
Never in a rush to do anything in particular.
Xander imagined all geniuses such as himself rushing to study all the ti to not fall back, behind the others.
Though he was young, it was as if he were always in a race against ti, and Xander had assud that others were the sa.
But clearly, that was not the case.
In fact, Xander had never once seen her pick up a book or study dicine other than when she was answering his questions, not once.
It was hard to imagine that soone who lives like that actually had PTSD, yet at the sa ti, it wasn't all that strange either when considering her personality.
After all, there were only a handful of reasons why soone as young as her would have to mature as quickly as she had, not to ntion none of them were particularly good in nature.
Just as Emilin was about to respond, she got a ssage from her phone.
After she finished reading the ssage, she closed her notebook, standing up with it under her arms.
"I have to get going, let's talk when you finish this file and I finish my business. " She suddenly stood up and said.
"I won't be coming back for lunch; I'll ssage you about dinner later."
"Okay, then have a safe trip," Xander dove into the files, pushing the other thoughts in his mind to the back of his head, getting back to work as Emilin left.
Still, he didn't forget to note down in his mind that he had to find out the best way to persuade Emilin out of working on another business, or else, he might really never get through these files.
They weren't sothing he could read without professional help after all.
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