Twins

By the power of my awesomeness

I was left in peace with the computers. They left me without another word and only send Robert to give me juice, lunch and instruct or ask me of stuff about the computers. The problem was easy to fix, but it is not a common knowledge to be done easily. 
They also asked me if I could do some fixing with the surveillance computer systems.  Which I also did and was able to do so in a short period of time.  The system they have is quite new and advice so it was an easy fix. 
Thanks for my awesome powers...of awkwardness, just right after I finished everything, Robert approached me and gave me a paper bag.  With new but proper undergarments. 
"Sir Ivan told me to give this to you." He said and left immediately, not waiting for any of my responses. Ok.  


I went to the bathroom, and put on the underwear. 
Went out and poof!  Two Greek gods appeared.  They were on their respective tables.  So that's their chairs.  The table I first sat on is Navi's.  I smiled when they looked at me.  Navi gave me a warm smile.  While Ivan just nodded. It's really hard to look at them this way because they are apart.  It feels like looking at everything and that same face appears.  Really annoying.  Plus the contrast of what they do, it's like looking at a bipolar. 

"So... I should...  go now.  Thank you, Sir Ivan, Sir Navi.  I'm really sorry about all the fuss earlier. I'm really going to be grateful if we just keep it a secret.  Please don't tell it to my boss." I said, pleading might be the proper way to describe it but I didn't exaggerate that much.  It might sound insincere. 
"It's alright." Ivan said. 
"Don't worry about it.  It was kind of amusing, anyway." Navi said. 
I smiled  but my smile was also bordering to a sarcastic one. "Amusing, huh?"
"You were aroused with clothes on.  People don't get to see that everyday."  Ivan said while typing on his computer.  
"Figures. Your stash of porn can be easily accessed. Such a guy." I said. Exaggerating my words a little to give some vibes.
"You looked."  Navi snickered.  
"He,"  I paused to point at Ivan, "...gave me no choice." I whispered. "It was saved somewhere that I needed to access and the thumbnails are a give away, plus the titles. When I get back home, I shall shower with holy water. I really wish I can delete this day or restart it. But I can't." I said as I started to walk towards the door.
They didn't react.  But I think they did look at each other.  I turned again, not looking exactly at any of them and said goodbye, opened the door and walked out. 
When I reached the car, I checked the time.   It was only 2pm.  If I head to the next location, I am saving myself a day off.  

I went to a home office. Less exciting.  I am still trying to shove the memories of what happened at the Andersons. Luckily, the woman there was only a caretaker again, and her name is Becca.  She was about in her 40's. Sweet, charming, and this time...  she's has this kind of accent that is quite similar to Amal Clooney. Hey, I am not good at pinning down accents. I can get lost in my hometown, just so you know. Didn't care much about the whole place but it was just as pleasant as the Andersons.  Kinda still feeling the vibes of the place, it's kind of the same.  Or is it just me?  Or not?  I don't know. I don't want to know.  

Anyway! 

I finished the job at 5 pm and I went back to Quantum. After passing my day's report and slashing out the 2 finished jobs in a day, I went home. I didn't see Jeff around anyway. Tomorrow,  I hope it would be a better day, and I shall confront that gay torturer.

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"You, sly bastard! You could've get me raped!" I greeted Jeff as he walked to his office. 
"What are you talking about?" Jeff said, as he put his stuff at his desk.  I closed the door behind us and put both of my hands on my hips then turned to him. 
"The lingerie. The client didn't send that." I said. 
"They didn't?" Jeff said with a devious grin on his face. 
"I really want to erase your face right now.  Stop that.  It's not funny."
"Wait.  You didn't seduce any of them? And oh, by the way... don't tell anyone that they are twins. Nobody knows about that, except a very few people.  I am one of them 'cause I'm awesome, and now you."  Jeff said as he started to check the files on his desk. 
"Wait, what do you mean nobody knows?"
"Ivan Anderson is one of the richest and one of the most desirable bachelors all over the world. Nobody knows about the twin.  They keep it a secret to also protect the power of their business.  You see, the powerful you are, the stress is higher.  And having two bodies?  You can relax and let the other one fix the things.  Since they are twins, nobody can top the performance of their business." Jeff explained. 
"Why do you know?"  I asked.  The explanation was reasonable for me, plus I don't want to swallow all the information because I feel bloated or something. 
"Because, I am Robert's son. Assuming that you've met him." Jeff said.
"So you did really put that lingerie there." realizing things, Jeff knows about the twins and really did put the lingerie for me to wear.
"What?  Relax, I was just helping you out." 
"How was that helping out?" I said.  It was kind of a shout already. 
"Sister, I know your story.  You need a boyfriend.  The boys need a girlfriend.  One of them would have hit on you anyway. Or maybe both of them.  They might even bet and have a competition to get you."
"You put me in a grave danger, Jeff." I stated. It felt like human trafficking, really. 
"I didn't.  If you trust me, then trust them.  We were childhood friends. Grew up together, somehow one of my first crushes.  They're straight, I didn't want to get involved to their kind of life anyway.  But you, you can.  If you would want to." he explained.
"I don't. Plus they don't like me...  look at me I am no match to any of them."
Jeff slumped back to his chair.
"Here's a thing, Lin.  I am an honest person when it comes to physical appearance and attitude.
You, sweetheart, needs a self-confidence boost. But before that, I should first crush it then build you another one. You do look hideous. Look at that flabby tummy! Look at your elbows.  Your underarms?  I've seen them it's darker than a black hole.  Your hair smells good and it's clean but you never take care of it.  Always in a bun?  Like really?  Where's your fashion sense? Your nape is just as dark as the sunset, same as your knees.  What are you doing anyway?  Do you sleep on your knees?" 
He said.  Wow.  I never felt insulted by the words or how he said it.  I just feel blank. And my mind is going blank.  This is too early in the morning for such conversations. 

Then Jeff sat up and reached for my hand on the table.  I was holding his pen while he spoke. 
"But then, this men doesn't care about that. I know them.  You see, not all people dream of having something that is in or out of their league. Some people doesn't care if you are a match or not to their physicality.  And that is what's important.  If you always dwell on that thought about your appearance, you can never change anything about how your journey about the physical attraction goes. Stop self-pitying and staying there.  Self-pitying is a tool to get your ass moving to change your self into a better person...  or better looking. Plus, your problems is easily fixed, anyway." 

Wow.  I'm speechless.  
"Plus! Linnea...  those men aren't womanizers, even if they look like one. Competing with other beautiful ladies wouldn't be a problem cause they don't do dates or hook ups."