♧ 40- Therapy ♧

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After the funeral Dalia found out they would be staying back at the headquarters now that the house has finally been cleaned and Hiroyuki had been gotten rid of once and for all. Whatever important thing they left back at the penthouse would be collected and brought back to them at the headquarters.

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Dalia retired to a guestroom she'd chosen for herself, ready to rest. However, she was soon joined by Kimura who came knocking on her door.

"What is it?" she asked after opening the door.

"Would you like to move into my bedroom?" he asked her.

She gave him a look of disbelief.

"Let me correct myself," he spoke after her reaction. "Would you like to move into my old bedroom? I had my things moved into the one that was once my father's and so that's where I'll be now. Don't worry. Also, I'm proposing you move over there because it's bigger and better than the guestrooms. You'll be comfortable."

Dalia thought for a short while.

"Alright,"

She stepped out of the room and Kimura led her to his former bedroom where she found a few comfortable clothes and new toiletries set for her on the bed.

"I had these bought for you while waiting for my men to bring your few belongings that were left back at the penthouse," he explained to her.

Dalia hummed in reply and went to sit on the bed.

"Will that be all?" she asked him dryly.

"Yes. Let me or my men know if you need anything else," he told her. "And feel free to walk around the house and property..."

"Generous. I'll remember that."

He nodded and after a few seconds of silence wished her a good night before leaving the bedroom.

Dalia went to the door and locked it after him. Once she'd done so, she proceeded to search the entire room for cameras. She thoroughly searched through everything. From the water faucets to mirrors, paintings on the wall, vases, sockets and even the fire detectors on the ceiling. Everything. There were no cameras.

She finally got comfortable and took the phone she'd stolen out. It was still off as she stared at it, thinking of whether she had to let her uncle know or not.

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