𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 【Discontinued】

04

ꜱᴀɴɢʜᴏ ᴘᴏᴠ

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"Come in," I said.

My office door swung open, revealing Sakura, who was holding a pile of files. The woman is dressed in black straight pants, black pointed kitten heels, and a brown button-up shirt with flounced sleeves. She added rectangle glasses to finish it.

"Sangho sir, I finished the file." She went in and placed the files on top of my table.

"That was fast." I handed her the files, a half hour ago.

"The work was basic." She smiled at me and said, "If you're not sure, you should check again. Are there any more files?" Questioned her.

"Not at all. You finished all of it," I said.

"Oh, so, can I go home?" The female asked.

"Before you go home, I have another job for you."

She settles onto the chair across from me, making herself comfortable. "What is it?"

"Wooin told me you join his crew," I began.

"And what about it? You're mad?" She crossed her legs and arms in a questioning manner.

'She's audacious.'

"There will be a riding competition between amateur bike crews, since you join Sabbath you may as well participate in and do business," I declared.

"That's very slick of you, Sangho sir!" The woman smiled, unfolded her legs and arms, and clapped her hands together. "It reminded me of Vivi's drugs. Sure, I do it!" The woman with two tone-haired added.

"Just call me Sangho."

"Oh, ok, Sangho, sir!"

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ꜱᴀᴋᴜʀᴀ ᴘᴏᴠ

3.00 p.m.

'I'm in the mood for some fried chicken...oh! Down the street is a chicken store! Let's head there to dine!'

I set off towards the shop with my feet. There's no one inside the shop when I walk in. 'Where is the owner?' I questioned myself. I search for a table and prop my heels between the flooring. After that, I take the menu page off the top of the table and begin to look through the options.

Then a male with red hair emerges from the kitchen of the shop. Then he pretended to cough and walked over. "Sorry, what do you like to order?"

"Can I get set A and make it spicy, oh, and set B with two spicy and one not spicy for takeout?" I ordered, still glancing at the menu. Then my gaze lifted to him.

The left eye is red, and the right eye is grayish. The man is staring at a tiny notepad as he writes down my order. "It's badass," I murmured. His eyes remind me of the Uchiha clan from the anime Naruto. He must be heterochromistic.

"Uhh, what?" This Uchiha male inquired.

"What? You heard that? Damn- I apologize. You have really nice eyes tho!" I give him compliments and a thumbs up.

"N-no, it's alright. I'm heading back right now," he stumbled and hurried to the back. Most likely cooking my fowls. After all, that is his job.

'What a bashful guy...'

ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ

"Are you at home yet?" Sakura questioned the person on the other end of the call, her friend's brother. "Yes. When will you be returning home?" In response, Joker's middle brother says.