Brother
1040 Words
(Thala’s Point of View)
I left the mansion without even saying goodbye to my mom. I will find it even harder to leave when I see her sad expression. I need to prove my innocence to dad that I have nothing to do with Larry's death.
"I've been rejected by my fiancé, my dad, and hopefully not my freedom," I sighed as I began searching for an apartment to stay in.
My dad took away my cards. I only have ten thousand, and I know it won't be enough. I need to look for a job, and I kind of like it. In some way, I am becoming free.
It's already getting dark, but no apartment or hotel wants to accept me wherever I go. I don't know, but their reaction changes whenever they hear my name. I just hope my b***h sister has nothing to do with it.
I'm so tired from walking and dragging my suitcase. I am really starving, so I just sat down on a bench near a restaurant. I’m drooling over the food I see, but I can’t eat at that expensive restaurant. My stomach growled, which made me close my eyes. I rubbed my stomach, which is now feeling sour. I have never been this hungry before.
I was startled when I heard a voice from a woman who sat next to me. "Do you want some?" She offered me a hamburger that I accepted shyly.
"Thank you," I replied, managing to give her a faint smile.
"Don't you have a place to stay?" She looked at my suitcase and hesitated to smile at me. I slowly nodded at her, so she nodded back as well. I ignored her curious eyes.
"I know a place, but you might not like it. I'm a waitress, and I also stay there," she recounted, which somehow restored my strength.
"Are you still looking for a, uhm, waitress?" I feel embarrassed to ask and can only scratch my neck. She nodded enthusiastically at me, which lifted my spirits. What a relief, I won't be sleeping on the street tonight.
I was amazed because she took me inside a hotel with intricate designs and abstract paintings on the walls. After that, we took the elevator to an underground space called Doomscape. I have been to Shadyground, located in Crestford, but this place is significantly larger and more spacious. As soon as we entered, we were greeted by a huge crowd of people dancing and drinking.
"This is the club, but this isn't our area. I'll show you the bar later," she explained, now waving at some acquaintances.
She first took me to our room. There are two beds, and the room is not too small for the both of us, at least.
"My colleague just resigned, so you can stay here. You'll start working tomorrow. For now, make sure to memorize the names and faces of our VIPs. Also, include the different areas of Doomscape, so you won't have a hard time," she advised.
"Thank you so much, Hanni. This is a big help for me," I said with a genuine smile, which made her laugh. I was surprised because of her reaction.
What's wrong with saying thanks?
"I hope you can say that again tomorrow," she said meaningfully, something I didn't quite understand, so I just brushed it off.
She entrusted me with a lot of things before leaving. Including the list of names who belongs to our VIPs. I occupied myself with organizing my stuff first while memorizing the names and faces of the VIPs.
I went out to see our area. I smiled because I remember well the names and the faces of some VIPs written here. It turns out that some of my dad's clients are also Vips in here. I looked around again, only to find out that someone was watching me from afar; a man who is wearing a white dress shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes.
He's sitting alone on a long sofa. He is twisting and turning his ring around his finger. He watched me cryptically, like a hawk observing its prey.
I carefully examined the list of those in the VIP section, but I couldn't find him. Why is he here if he's not a VIP? I returned my attention to the man, and my eyebrows furrowed at his intimidating stares. He's making me uncomfortable with his intimidatingly dark presence. I suddenly became self-conscious out of nowhere.
"Why is he staring at me?" I queried, irritated.
I am wearing a knee-length purple floral dress. Though it somehow clung to my body, it's not too revealing. My outfit don't even fit this place. My now long, mahogany brown, wavy hair is gathered into a messy bun. I don't have any makeup on right now because I was in a hurry and was all over the place looking for an apartment earlier. I am sure my eyes are swollen because of crying. It's impossible for him to notice me when I'm this dull.
I continued memorizing, but I really couldn't help myself from glancing at his direction. With every glance I cast, I always ended up meeting his dark cold eyes. I can no longer tolerate what he is doing because it is affecting my work.
I breathed a sigh of relief because the man was no longer in his seat. I shook my head, but I jumped in horror when I heard a chilling voice from behind.
“What is Myrthala Zachra Laurenco-Ravello doing here?” His voice is deep, as deep as the effect it has on me.
"W-Who are you? Why do you know me?"
It's a good thing I was sitting down; otherwise, I would have collapsed from my weak knees earlier. I am trying to stare back into his eyes, but it is so dark and dangerous that anyone who looks will fall into his trap.
The corners of her lips lifted a bit, yet his eyes remained dark and cold. "Why not? You're my sister-in-law," he replied curtly and took a seat on the chair directly across from me.
Wait, is he the rumored half-brother of Necolauv? That arrogant billionaire and CEO of Atkinson Industries?
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