(#2) 𝕆𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕟.

Chapter 5 - Curiosities.

~Kamsi~

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Everyone seems to have got hidden agendas. Sometimes we get lost while thinking of what seems like a façade. Everyone's a suspect, I don't even trust no one anymore. I let my guard down for a moment, and I get stabbed in the back with no remorse. But if you think of it, we're all the villains in our story. We're the bad guys we talked about, and wanted so much to discover. It sucks when you let your curiosity get the best of you, and you realise you'd been making the wrong moves the entire time. You realise you were the culprit, who nailed yourself to your own self-made cross.

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When I got up in the morning, I felt way better than I had in the past days. Perhaps it was the delicious food I was served, by Mrs. Ginika, or the fact that I slept like a baby last night — for the first time in ages. But whatever it was, I was surely grateful for it.

As usual, and like every Wednesday morning, I got dressed for school. And although I didn't want to go to school, I felt the need to go because I didn't want to be at home - all by myself - and just staying bored out of my mind. That was the only reason which propelled me to get up from my bed and get dressed for school.

However, after breakfast — which was rather awkward and  tensed — I made my way upstairs, to grab a few notebooks I'd earlier left on my bed. Once I'd gotten hold of the books, I was already making my way downstairs, when I walked past my father's study. Large, stacked with shelves of books, brimming with intricate and definitely expensive interiors, and with paper littered on the large desk made out of quality oakwood — my interest got a little piqued. That room was rarely ever open.

I wanted to simply walk past, and make my way to my waiting driver who most certainly was waiting for my arrival with sheer annoyance, but... One look at that study, and I wondered if this was my ticket to finally getting a bit of answers. My father spent most of his time in there, and that was no secret. I figured that if he spent most of his time here, then there'd be a bit of information that could help clear out the all-too-many doubts I had, and perhaps provide me with a few answers. That, I hoped.

However, I considered heading out and simply waiting until after school to head into the study, but then, a part of me felt that I may not be able to get what I wanted then. He may have cleared his desk by then, thereby, making it even more difficult to find what I desperately needed to find.

And so, I ignored the part of me that screamed at me, asking that I quit snooping around and headed straight for the car - and I went into the study anyway. As soon as I walked in, I shut the door behind me because I didn't want anyone barging into the room, and catching me red-handed. I slowly made my way to the desk, caught up with clutters and clutters of paperwork. Asides all the overflowing paperwork on the desk, there was also a bottle of brandy and another half-empty bottle of bourbon, left on the desk. A small glass cup was left on the table, as well, with half-drunk bourbon contained in it. It was evident, without a doubt, that there was so much I could find in this large room. Why I hadn't thought of ever barging in here? That, I wondered and wasn't so sure of. Perhaps it was because my father never left this door open. It was always locked, and that made me wonder why he always did that. Although, I never tried breaking into the place, anyway.

I stared at the desk, and began shuffling through all the heaps of paper there. A good number of them were all concerned about his company, foundation and all other business-related stuff. However, I was determined to get something useful out of this place. I wasn't going to get discouraged, because right in the pit of my stomach, my gut instincts were telling me that there were more to all those paperworks than met the eye.