POV (Point of View)

Chapter 31: The Middle

7: 30 in the morning and sighing loud out of restlessness, Rindou parked his car and walked towards the entrance of the house where he decided to crash for the day. Since this place is closer to their headquarters, he chose this place to provide him with solitude and peace. And well, since his brother texted him yesterday to drop by for a surprise. So here he is.

He entered the passcode before the doorway and the breathtaking view of the huge city welcomed his senses that he hadn't experienced for a while. He walked the staircase towards his room and noticed a few scattered clothing here and there which made him frown. Most especially after recognizing whom these may belong to.

"Argh seriously Brother. Can't you put your laundry in the right place?" Complained the meticulous and more organized younger Haitani who picked up all of his older siblings' clothes, and threw it in the huge sofa that leads to the hallway of his brother's private space. Remind him why he decided to share a house with his brother. By now, the two of them should realize that they must never ever share anything in this world.

In the second floor of the mansion, the left wing belongs to his brother; while the right is his. He went to his room and removed his coat, tie, and long sleeves. Correct. The first part of his plan today is to take a bath since he feels so sticky after guarding their hostages all night. He has been sleep-deprived, not to mention, stressed by his girlfriend's pestering. 

"Maybe I should tell Four-eyes about her best friend's stupidity and irritating standards." He muttered to himself. Then he inwardly decided to pay her and her father a visit at the hospital once he gets enough sleep this afternoon.

Or better yet, screw sleep since bothering Sarina is a stop priority of his. He is so sure that his sleepiness and boredom will disappear once he annoys his favorite nerd. Unlike her best friend, she is less irritating and more tolerable. Maybe, he can ask her about her newfound job along the way. And maybe, tell her to quit immediately so she could work for him, instead.

Wait. I need to strategize properly. I must not appear too willing to help. Yes. I should make her curious about the job first and then appear that I have no choice but to offer her one since she seems desperate. That way, she will be indebted to me. 

Thinking of it that way, the man smirked to himself, quite excited to see a certain black-haired and her reactions.

"Still, what kind of job did she got anyway? She dares tell me her pathetic loser story to get sympathy only to brush me off like that?" Remembering their last talk, the man muttered that with a frustrated frown.

"In the first place, she should have asked me and not some nobody. And what the fuck did she call that fucker? More handsome and nicer? I bet she will never meet anyone as good-looking and sexy as me. She's totally gonna get dumped again by that son of a bitch and come complaining to me about him again." He clicked his tongue once again in annoyance.

As he is about to remove his trousers, he heard the main door open from downstairs. And so, he discreetly grabbed his firearm and walked out of his room. He quietly walked down the stairs and proceeded to the kitchen. He frowned as he is greeted with the back of someone humming. He raised his gun to the direction of the woman with her hair tied in a bun, who is now being familiar of the kitchen.

"Bold of you to walk inside someone's house and act as if you own it." Uttered the man who is now pointing his gun to the woman...who didn't even budge from what she's doing.