"Type is my butler, he is so sexy!"
Every year, the Kirigun family hosts an event where hopeful candidates gather to audition for the role of Tharn's butler. Tharn Kirigun, the heir to the family's fortune, is a spoiled rich kid-selfish, disruptive...
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Fiat and Leo were sitting quietly, the weight of the recent events heavy on their shoulders. The air was thick with tension as both struggled with their emotions. Fiat looked at Leo, his eyes filled with guilt and regret. "Leo, I never wanted things to get to this point. I never imagined it would turn out like this. I feel like we've hit rock bottom."
Leo sighed deeply, his own guilt mirroring Fiat's. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the headache that had been building. "I know, Fiat. But what are we supposed to do now? What about your father's medical bills? How are we going to pay for them?"
Fiat shook his head, determination replacing the sadness in his eyes. "I'll find a real job, Leo. I have to. We can't keep doing this. It's not right, and it's not who we should be."
Leo looked at him skeptically, his brow furrowing. "Are you sure about that? We've caused such a huge scandal, and it just added to our already long criminal record. We have so many thefts on our records, Fiat. Finding a legitimate job will be nearly impossible."
Fiat's face fell momentarily, but he quickly regained his resolve. "But Leo, when Tharn was so angry earlier, and when he pointed that gun at you, I was terrified. You're the only one I have right now. I can't lose you. You're more important to me than anything else."
Leo reached out, grabbing Fiat's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "And their butler, Type, he's right. We're in the same boat. If either of us gets caught, neither of our fathers will get the medical help they need. We need to think about them too."
Leo sighed, his voice filled with remorse. "I think Tharn has an amazing butler. I feel so guilty for what we've done. It's eating me up inside."
Fiat nodded, his expression serious. "But we were manipulated, Leo. We didn't do this entirely on our own. I have an idea. Let's make it up to Sir Type and Sir Tharn for what we've done. We need to find a way to set things right."
Leo looked at him, puzzled and curious. "But how, Fiat? How can we possibly make amends for everything?"
Fiat's eyes lit up with determination, a new plan forming in his mind. "I'm sure Lhong isn't done with his plans. We'll keep an eye on him, watch his every move, and stop him from causing more trouble."
Leo shook his head vehemently, his concern evident. "Fiat, it's over. Let's not involve ourselves with Lhong again. It's too dangerous. We should just be grateful to Type and stay out of this mess."
Fiat's voice softened, his tone pleading. "But Leo, P'Type has been so kind to us. He's amazing, and that's what makes him even more handsome. We owe him for his kindness."
Leo frowned, jealousy creeping into his voice. "Handsome? Is he more handsome than me?"
Fiat chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Oh? Someone is jealous. But seriously, Leo, even if you don't allow it, I'll still help Sir Type. We can't just walk away from this."
