Tux and Spell

Thief

Roderick walked quickly to the elevator that would take him to the first-floor lobby of the hotel where he had stayed the night before. Molly followed Roderick's big steps from behind.

He insisted on going to Roderick's office, he wanted to see the progress of the divorce process, he said. Although Roderick was actually reluctant to invite Molly to his office. Molly and her temperament intimidated her.

Roderick opened his car door and immediately sat in the driver's seat.

"You won't open the door for me?" Molly asked still standing at the door.

Roderick shook his head, finally, he came out and opened the door for Molly.

He drives his car fast, lest his grandmother comes to work. Roderick tried to remember, Miller Mendes' name. This was the first time in his life that he had heard that name, how could this man claim to be a relative, and even bring his grandmother to New York.

Her grandmother Elizabeth Burton, a noblewoman of royal status on British, lived in Northern Ireland and never wanted to leave her home. How could his unruly grandmother be in New York?! All this time his grandmother thought that life in America was not suitable for a respectable family to live in, then... Ahh... Roderick was getting more and more excited about the man in his office named Miller.

Twenty minutes, he stopped his car right in front of the lobby. An officer opened Roderick and Molly's door. Roderick gave his car keys for the officer to park, while he walked briskly to his room.

At the door, he saw Robert standing. It seemed that the man had been waiting for him for a long time.

"How?" Roderick asked Robert.

"He's impatient and pushy... He's been cursing and cursing you ever since!" said Robert in a whisper.

"Ah.. it looks like he's my family. We really like cursing a lot." Roderick replied he received the documents that Robert gave for this case.

"Molly, are you waiting somewhere else? Robert will you please invite Mrs. Mallory into your room... And give her the divorce papers for her to read." Roderick ordered quickly to Robert who immediately nodded.

"This way... Madam." He said letting Molly follow him.

Roderick tidied up his clothes and hair, appearance made a very influential first impression. He opened the door and put on a smiling face.

"Good day, Mr. Miller?" Who entered the room.

"You! Why is it taking so long! I've been waiting for more than three hours!" Said the quirky-dressed man sitting in front of his desk.

"Well... I'm so sorry because it's my day off. Mr. Miller..." Roderick held out his hand for a handshake. Mr. Miller just looked disdainfully at Roderick's hand and reluctantly shook it halfheartedly.

"I got word, you told my assistant that you've dealt with us? What about me? Because I'm not familiar with him!" Roderick continued with a cheerful tone of voice and a face with a million smiles.

"I was handled by your partner, Jacob. Actually, I'd prefer to be handled by that guy. He's more professional But I heard he was not feeling well. So I had to deal with you!" said Mr. Miller lazily. He seemed to be praising Jacob a lot and looking down on Roderick.

"What the uhh..!!" Roderick thought annoyed, he had to keep a polite face full of smiles, that was his code of ethics as a public servant. "Okay. Then why am I getting the same word that . . . you claim to be my cousin? And my grandmother is in my apartment in New York, is that true!"

"Sorry to say. But... That's right. Your mother is my aunt. Your grandmother has been living in my apartment for over a month. She has been asking me to visit you, but I'm very busy." He explained lazily, "Never mind. Have you studied my case? Please solve it as soon as possible. I am very hurt by this incident."

Roderick hadn't read any of the alley documents he was holding. The man in front of him was very demanding and annoying. Roderick had to admit that, this man was indeed suitable to be a part of his family. All of Mr. Miller's traits and demeanor matched 100% with the rest of his family. Annoying, arrogant, arrogant, impatient, cursing.

"Give me until tomorrow afternoon, this case will be settled." Roderick promised. He doesn't know he can finish it tomorrow, but he will try, the most important thing is that this man can get out of his sight.

"Good! I don't want to pay a fortune if you don't work professionally!" Saying it again, he stood up and left the room without saying anything.

Roderick took a deep breath. A difficult client. He had to be amazed at Jacob for having dealt with a man just now. What made matters worse was the fact that Mr. Miller was still related to him.

"Hopefully he doesn't invite Nana here! I could be screwed!" Roderick said and sat in his chair. his Nana is the one who most likes to organize, give comments.

Roderick still remembers, when he was little and wore boots because the ground was muddy by the rain, at that time his nana screamed in surprise when she saw Roderick walking on the mud with the boots he was wearing.

"You're a noble! Don't step on that mud!" Said Nana at that time.

Or when she bathed in the river, or while eating food on the side of the road... His Nana always protested against her acting and acting like a normal noble.

At that time Roderick could only hide behind his mother, seeking shelter.

He turned to the first page of Mr. Miller's file. He is a man of thirty years, single and based in New York and New Zealand. She is a winter clothing designer. He has two outlets, the largest is in New York and the other is in his hometown, New Zealand.

Roderick reads reports and allegations of theft of Mr. Miller's designs by a boutique in California. Roderick read over and over again, he had to understand the essence of the case and think fast for a solution.

Knock... Knock.

Molly's face peeked through the door.

"May I come in?" She asked, Roderick, nodded, he went back to studying the document he was holding.

"New case?"

Roderick nodded silently. His face seemed to concentrate very focused.

Molly sympathized with Roderick, she knew very well the man in front of her was not getting enough rest. Even on his day off... He had to come to the office. Molly was remembering that if she met Jacob, she would be confronted by that person.

"Is it difficult?" Molly asked again.

Roderick nodded without turning his head.

"Don't read anymore! He himself also stole someone's design!" Molly said looking at Roderick's file from afar.

"What? Steal someone's design?" he asked surprised and put the paper on his desk. He looked at Molly in disbelief. "Is this also the result of your spirit comrade, are the spirits whispering to you?"

Molly shook her head. "They don't know fashion... You know! I know because there's a design drawing that he thinks has been stolen. It's the same design and I'm sure it's Roderick from a designer from Trinidad. I happened to see the sketch, about two years ago."

"But this Mr. Miller has already registered this as his!"

Molly shrugged her shoulders, "burglar scream thief!"