Unnamed Club

CHAPTER 9

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「3RD POV」
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　Inside the spacious modern office, a young woman with silver hair was sitting comfortably at the swivel chair placed in the middle, near the large glass pane that occupied one wall. Her eyes were closed as if she was sleeping, it was a peaceful view that no one would've thought that she was impatiently waiting for someone. As her eyes fluttered open, a pair of mesmerising emeralds reflected the storm outside. The swivel chair recoiled softly like a spring as she fixed her sitting position then she started tapping her wrist mindlessly.

It might seem as if she's tapping her wrist that was covered by her navy blue long sleeve out of boredom—but no, underneath was an A.I. watch and what she's doing is the most subtle way of communicating. Few taps equate to a character. The faster she taps on it, the faster she can form phrases. No one would've noticed it not unless they're watching her closely.

A.I. watch itself works in favour of those who wanted to communicate without getting noticed nor known they were communicating in the first place. Though, one would know if they also own the same brand of watch. To turn on the device, you have to tap the number of personalised passwords you've set through configuration. To turn it off, you just have to leave it at rest for a few minutes. After unlocking it, it will vibrate with the settled amount of vibration you've set to indicate you've unlocked it. Contacts are personalised too. Depending on how much you tap it, you can connect to a certain saved contact and communicate with them through tapping and their reply was received as vibrations when the sensor was covered with something. Taps and vibrations can be only manually and mentally converted to letters and numbers. One who wants to use the watch must memorise the code.

The silver-haired young woman tapped her A.I. watch four times with one-second pause in between, two seconds pause after, she tapped thrice, one-second pause, and then she ended it with four consecutive taps.

"Old man, you're one minute and thirty-seven seconds late," she announced as soon as she heard the incoming footsteps. She recognised who was it by analysing how many seconds between, how heavy, and what were the sounds produced by the footsteps. Anyone who's observant enough can analyse footsteps, you can determine what footwear they're wearing if you're perceptive enough and were sensitive to sound waves.

"You personally came...?" the old man asked in rhetorical with a shocked expression; his eyes widened while his pupils shook a bit after recognising the weary voice of his unexpected guest.

This was the reason why he announced that a representative instead of the president herself can come up to his office; because the president of the student council always denied the request to climb up-they tried to set up various traps only to become an entertainment for her to clear her name; the trap mentioned, were putting her in scandalous situations that she had to be forcefully summoned to the guidance office-none of that worked, partly because of her wits, partly because of her childhood friend Ken who beat the hell out of the soldiers he sent to drag her up here.

The latter ignored the astounded old man then stood up, walking towards him who was frozen in his position.

When the old man pulled himself together, he walked in a beeline towards his swivel chair that was facing the glass pane.

As soon as he started walking towards his swivel chair, the silver-haired young woman rounded his rectangular office desk. When he twisted his seat, he faced the pale young woman and stared at her emerald eyes-it was similar to the eyes that allured and captured his heart. Though, the one in front of him was a younger version and has no folds at the corner of her eyes. Her eyebrows knotted in disgust after seeing the old man's face. She knew it was irrational to get frustrated after seeing his face but she also knew that chemical imbalance can affect her later if she didn't let her frustrations out. The old man was taken aback when crude and vulgar words came out of her mouth.