"Come in." Noah said. "The terrace is unlocked." Gradually the terrace door opened. He could feel the cold night breeze gently sway his damp mint hair. Silent but wary footsteps stop exactly behind Noah.
"..."
He clearly knew that the intruder will not open his mouth. Whatever the reason is, Noah doesn't want to pay any attention to it, too troublesome and tiring in his opinion. "You'll get nothing right now. I'm busy, as you can see." Regardlessly, he still moves his hands, gets another document, and writes on it.
"..."
"Tell them to patiently wait for me."
"..." Without saying any words to Noah, the intruder jumps out of the balcony and vanishes through the night.
"Sighh... At least, close the door..." Noah carries out his work, again knowing it's taking too much energy just to close the door behind him.
The light of dawn seeped through Noah's Study alerting the person that another eventful morning has come to greet him. "Young Master, it's breakfast time." -Arthur
"It is? Finally...." -Noah
"Yes, breakfast is ready. It's already 8 in the morning, Young Master." -Arthur
"...Damn it." [I didn't realize the time.] Noah slicked back and messed his hair, frustrated. "Lead the way."
"...Yes, Young Master." -Arthur
"Young Master... Let me fix your hair.." - Clara
"No need. I'm hungry." Noah follows Arthur's lead, leaving Clara dumbfounded.
[..... What in the world has happened to Young Master..] Wondering about the questions herself, she matches her pace with Noah and Arthur.
"Arthur, I have completed all the territory paperwork and some of the other documents. Make sure to take it later." Raven calmly looked in front and walked.
"Gapss. You worked so hard, Young Master! It is only 5 hours since you start work on it." -Arthur
"Please... Stop overreacting. Take your tears back into your eyes." -Noah
"Huhuhu... I'll work harder today!!" -Arthur
"Stop it. You need to rest too." -Noah
"*Double gaspp* Young Master, you do care about me... sob..sob.."-Arthur
"Goshh... You're annoying...and Clara." -Noah
"Yes, Young Master." Clara looks at her Young Master back. She keeps silent the whole time when they, I mean Noah and Arthur have their conversation on their way to the dining room. Ohh... the conversation looks more like an argument than the normal talk between the master and a servant.
"Are you the one who bakes those chocolate cookies?"
"...Yes, Young Master. It's not your liking, Young Master?" -Clara
"Huhh...?" Noah was confused for a second. "It's yummy thou-... I want you to bake it more for me."
"Hahaha.." Clara giggle. "As your command, Young Master." [I should bake another flavor too...] While Clara thinks of various types of cookies to bake, Noah gets puzzled about everything going on.
"Young Master, I'll bake for you too!!" For some unknown reason, Arthur looks very happy.
"I don't want yours."-Noah
"Huhh! Why!! fbcbjfjc*random noise." Arthur's babbling fills with flowery nonsense that lasts for some minutes before Noah decides to cuts in.
"Arthur."
"Yes, Young Master." -Arthur
"How about 'them'?" -Noah
"Ahh... As Young Master command, I've already told them to wait at the meeting room although I could say that they're a little bit excited to be your guests."
"If you say so." -Noah
[A little bit is....debatable..] As always, Clara keeps her poker face while nodding at Arthur's statement. Noah enjoyed his delightful classic breakfast. Creme fraiche scrambled egg and smoked salmon sandwiches, fresh-baked sweet potato cinnamon buns, and a cup of earl tea.
Once Noah finished, the maids and servants resume their work after respectful bows to their Young Master. "Lead the way, Arthur."
"Yes, Young Master." -Arthur
"You too, Clara." Clara abruptly stops when she heard Noah calling her name.
"Umm...my works, Young Master..?" -Clara
"Leave it." Noah patiently waits for Clara who is confused, and currently processing the commands in her head.
"...As your command, Young Master." A small smile appears on Noah's as he follows Arthur's footsteps leading to the meeting room.
In front of the luxury double door of the meeting room, Noah steadily waits for Arthur to open one of the doors while Clara stands at his left side.
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Swoosh!
Swoosh!
(It's the sound of the wind btw. Hehehe!)
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Beautiful Life
FantasyBeautiful yet tragic life is the best word to describe his life. As a rebirth person, he didn't have any difficulties in adapting to his new life but after getting surrounded by his people, he starting to question everything. Well, Noah Oleander sh...
