Gillaume Men #01: Ranzar Craestok

CHAPTER 13: Double-edge room

~ Ranzar Craestok ~

"As I was saying Mr. Craestok, I won't be here to fix you so if you need any assistance, I left Vincent some pointers so you can ask him", Laurent reminded me as she stood in front of me with another batch of garment bags.

She was here early in the morning, marching in as Vincent let her in, waking me up and dragging me to the living room. And now she is yapping her mouth and making me choose between five suits to wear at the charity ball. 

I don't know but there's this irritating feeling inside of me since the time mother told me about Laurent and Westbrook going together at the ball. I know I shouldn't feel like this, but this emotion is itching inside of me.

"Whatever you say Laurent", I said and stood up. "Let's get this over with", I added and looked at the suits she displayed.

She then pointed at the first suit, a silver suit with white polo and blue tie. I took it to one of many empty rooms in my house and changed into it. I got out of the room right after changing and went to Laurent in the living room so she could judge it.

"Hmm..." she hummed as she looked at me up and down. I watched her eyes stare at me as I stood in front of her.

"I don't think the tie suits it", she remarks and she goes and looks at the other four suits. She then pointed at another suit and asked me to change into it.

I changed it and went out again. Laurent then stared at me again. 

After all these weeks that we've been doing this 'make-over', I'm still not used to being stared at by Laurent. There is just something about it that is dangerous and enticing at the same time. I stood in front of her longer than the first time and saw her bite her bottom lips. 

Well, I guess she found the suit that I'll wear. After a few weeks with her, one thing I notice is her biting her bottom lips when she thinks everything is perfect.

"Is it good now, Laurent?" I asked and she looked at me.

"Yes, I think this will suit you", she replied and went back to look at how the suit fits me.

After standing for a few more minutes for Laurent to stare at me, I went back to the room and changed to my casual clothes. I would say that Laurent is good at her job, maybe that's why she has an established company and a name for herself. 

I will admit, I truly commend how great her work ethic is, and anyone who works with her surely will think that she is wonderful at her job too.

I spent over 10 minutes more changing my clothes since I was distracted with thoughts of Laurent that when I got back to the living room, Laurent was nowhere to be found. I looked around the room the second time to make sure she wasn't there. 

She wouldn't leave without a word to anyone so I started to wonder where she could've gone. I looked at my kitchen and the first-floor bathroom and found her nowhere. Then I decided to go upstairs.

I don't know why I am putting an effort into looking for Laurent, and it doesn't seem like she would get lost or be kidnapped anyway since I made sure that my place is the safest place in America--- at least for me. I looked at my room first but she wasn't there. 

Then I glanced at the opposite corridor. No, it can't be.

A rush of anger, anxiety, and irritation fueled me. Though I somewhat trust Laurent, that place is somewhere she shouldn't put her nose in. I immediately went and checked whether she was in that one room. 

The room that I visited the most in the house other than my room. That room that poisons me, and at the same time gives me life.

I reached the room door and noticed it opened. I then remembered visiting that room last night and locking it, so how come it's opened? 

I slowly opened the door wider and saw Laurent standing in front of a table. I saw her reach her hand out for the picture frame and before she could touch it, I made a loud noise.

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