the accounting manager's housewife | mysta rias

episode twenty-four

EPISODE 24

tw: mention/s of attempted assault

"is he here?" the blond asked, a grin plastered on his lips under his fedora hat.

"yes, boss."

"we're here for the fifteen-year-old thief." one of the cubs said to the police officer. "we're bailing him out."

"are you his guardian?" the police asked.

the cub gave a document to him.

the police officer nodded and turned to the other officers.

"oi. let mysta rias out."

"wake up, kiddo. your papa's bailing you out." the officer said while opening the cell.

mysta slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids all heavy and stinging. he rubbed his eyes and slowly sat down.

"i don't have a dad..." mysta mumbled but stood up to leave anyway.

"hey." the blond greeted him after signing the paper and giving the bail money through a cheque. "come on. your mom must be worried."

that woke mysta up. "huh? oh."

mysta quickly walked to the stranger's side and left the precinct with him. mysta doesn't know what's happening, but at least he's out of that stinky cell.

"don't panic, you're coming with the boss to the headquarters." one of the cubs said. their golden masks gave mysta a disturbing feeling.

but he obliged and behaved himself. he rode the van with the boss, the man with a fedora hat and a fur coat over his shoulder. he was also wearing a striped white and gold button-up shirt and a gold necktie behind his black vest. not to mention the tobacco he just lit inside the van.

"e-excuse me..?" mysta spoke up, only for everyone to point a gun right at his head.

mysta's blood went cold. he just zipped his mouth and let himself sink into his seat beside the boss.

the man suddenly laughed. "boys, don't scare the poor boy. put your weapons down. a scrawny 15-year-old can't kill me."

"says the guy who lost the sparring against his own so—"
"hey!"

the man chuckled and took his fedora hat off.

"hey, kid. no need to be so frightened." he said and ruffled mysta's hair. "sorry for suddenly bringing you into this. we just need you to clarify one thing, then we can forget this all happen. we'll send you home to your momma and you don't have to tell her anything. alright?"

mysta just nodded out of fear.

"good." the man then offered his hand. "for formalities, i'm kirsten kaneshiro. just call me kirsten. or boss if you prefer."

mysta reluctantly shook hands with kirsten. "m... mysta rias... thank you for bailing me out, b-boss. w-we definitely don't h-have money to..." mysta's words slowly went faint.

"h-how can i repay you, boss..?" mysta asked, avoiding eye contact.

the boss grinned.

"mr. kaneshiro!"

when kirsten and his cubs entered the private room with mysta, a man stood up to greet him.

"y-you really brought him! the thief who stole my gold watch!" the man excitedly said.

mysta flinched. kirsten didn't fail to notice that.

"so it really was this young man, huh?" kirsten said and rested his hand on mysta's shoulder.