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Chapter Fifteen:The Royal

Sitting down like a homeless, Robin stared at her wallet. Again she hadn't taken money with her. She found the twenty bucks the Raven had given to her when he stranded her in middle of nowhere. With her blood burning, she swore to herself she'd give them back to him. With the adrenaline running through her veins, she grabbed the paper with the address and looked at the road ahead.

"You messed up with the wrong bodyguard, buddy." She muttered, and then she began to run. And run and run, and lost track of time, only counting the blocks and the roads. The people around stared at her with confusion. Robin began to sweat, but kept running. She had to make it at some point. That stupid boy would learn that poor people also counted for something.

The Kings administrated a company, distributor of the best wine in the country, maybe in the world. The company was called Royal. No wonder they considered themselves like that with such name. Elliot, the King.

Robin... Hood. The thief.

She thought she'd never find the place but it was amazing how outstanding it looked. It was more like a giant shopping that occupied one block, with five huge letters in golden above the roof. ROYAL. God had been good to them all for some reason.

Ugh.

Robin entered the building and found a receptionist, around ten security guards, people beyond making a tour through the different sections of the place. For sure, it was some sort of mall or shopping, like a giant hotel or resort. Were they administrating a hotel too? Gosh. They surely were immensely rich.

"How am I going to do to find that tick in here?" She muttered to herself, but it was hard to focus with all the lights, luxury, tv screens and different products around. They had from cafeterias to places where you could buy shoes, clothing, or a cinema, a theater for shows... "Where have I been my entire life?" Robin wondered. How come she had never heard of this place?

One of the security guards walked past her.

"Sir, excuse me!" Robin called him louder than she had meant to. "Sorry. Do... have you seen Elliot King?"

"Elliot King?" He frowned. "Ha! Everyday, kid."

He pointed somewhere above their heads. A gigantic screen hung from one of the walls inside the tall building, and a commercial of goodness-knew-what had Elliot as a protagonist, while he walked showing the fields of grapes and the factory of their wine. He looked really elegant. Robin, after a while, turned to the man.

"Oh, no, but I work for him! I'm his--" Careful. "I... I..."

"Oh, you're the barmaid, aren't you?" He asked and pulled out some sort of weird walkie-talkie. Robin seriously couldn't find a name to it since her head was trying to figure out what she should do. "You should head to the cuisine and start preparing the coffee that Mr. King demanded ten minutes ago."

Did that mean she'd be able to see Elliot?

Perfect.

"Sure, where is the... um... cu...?"

"Cuisine. Kitchen." The security guard narrowed his eyes and pointed somewhere past her. "Straight, find two white doors with two round windows. Just say you're the barmaid."

"Fine, sure... sure..." Robin walked to the "Cuisine", meditating. "Sure. Coffee. just coffee, nothing special. Hey, I'm the barmaid. Yay."

Great, now she had to lie because of that idiot? Shoot. One good thing was that none in the cuisine seemed to be bothered by her presence; they were busy making delicious desserts and plates.