Chapter 11: Conspiracy

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"I miss the Philippines already," Rick muttered, banging his head on the table.

"I heard there is a Filipino Restaurant downtown. Do you want to visit?" Bamboo said, opening his food box from the Chinese Restaurant he had received a delivery from.

"Wow, Chao Fan. Is that shumai? Give me some!" I tried wrestling with Bamboo as he tried to run away.

"No can do! This isn't enough for me!" Bamboo said, as he ran away with chopsticks in his mouth, "Ask your two wives to get you some, handsome playboy!"

Bamboo tripped and fell on the floor. Micah was just in time to catch the shumai, but was not quick enough to catch the chao fan.

"Give it here!" I shouted to Micah

"Oh, okay," Micah said, dumbfounded at Bamboo's sprawled position on the floor, his face planted on the carpet.

"It's mine now! Fuwahahaha! Thanks, brat!" I ran past Bamboo, stomped on his ass, and ruffled Micah's hair.

"You two-timing nerd! Stop there, right now!" Picking himself up from the floor, Bamboo smiled at Micah, then ran off after me.

As Aether watches the scene unfold, she can't seem to erase the frown on her face, telling herself, "Wish he ruffles my hair like that, just like when we were kids."


In the freezing snow, I stumble upon a few patches of areas that seem tainted with a black, ink-like substance.

"They just left here," I muttered under my breath. "Why are there so many?"

I look into the distance. The snowfields are littered with black patches, seemingly out of place in this world full of snow.

In a dark-lit room, a man suddenly entered, adjusted his glasses, and bowed down. He was entering the ancient Chinese-styled office and couldn't help but notice the displayed katanas and huge butterfly knives. The man scurried across the carpet, looked down the floor, and waited. 

"What's the progress with your mission? Have you found dirt?" A man in a huge fur coat asked the thick-glassed man sitting across his desk.

"No, Sir, but I found a few interesting pieces of information," the man replied, avoiding eye contact.

"Please do tell," says the man, sitting on his big, black leather chair and playing with a fidget in his right hand.

"Aether is not being run by Aether. Its spine and backbone is the COO, which pretty much handles everything regarding operations"

"That's what a COO does, you dumb kid. Tell me something I don't know," the man said, staring daggers at him.

"Well, Sir," the man replied, adjusting his glasses, "there seems to be a love triangle between the CEO, COO, and the daughter of Starlink. And it appears that the daughter of Starlink is winning the war"

"Good, very good. It's a classic. Let's see if the daughter manages to break the bond between the childhood sweethearts. You may go," the man said, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you," the man said as he turned around, walked away, and left the room through the large mahogany door.

"Ah, Aether. Who told you to grow up too fast? Now I have to slow you down or bring you down altogether," the man laughed, his laughter reverberating across the room.



At the Aether Building.

"Hey Jake, the files that you sent were corrupted," Rick asked the thick-glassed Jake.

"Sorry, Sir. Let me re-upload the attached files. I need to re-download them," Jake said, rummaging through the stack of flash drives inside his drawer.

"Well, get going then! Please send it to me as soon as you can. Got that, kiddo?" Rick stormed off, ready to ask another cubicle for something they hadn't done.

"I hope I finish this soon. I need to work overtime again," Jake said, his eyes full of fatigue, staring at his monitor.

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