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Chapter 39: Nauseated

Rue Scarce

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"Clear your head, I say. Why are you not getting my point, boy?" Anger and irritation can be detected from Kieffer's voice, especially with the way he glared at Williams if looks could kill.

"If you stop calling me boy then I wouldn't be thinking about many ways to torture you, old man." Williams retorted but was replied by a punch on his jaw.

"I said clear your head. You are not thinking straight."

Williams threw a punch but Kieffer easily dodged it and struck a direct hit to his chest. Practically squeezing the young one's airway, Kieffer took advantage of it and swiftly moved his feet. He turned his whole body around with his left leg raised and connected to the side of Williams head, doing a perfect roundhouse kick.

His sparring partner made contact with the mat face first and is currently groaning in pain.

"Kieffer, I will leave everything in your hands at the moment." I told him, grabbing my keys at the counter.

"Of course, my Lady. I will do my best to put everything in order." He gave me a slight bow and I responded with a look at the younger man still lying down on the mat.

"I assure you, my Lady. I won't push the boy too hard."

At this I nod my head and made a turn to towards the exit and closed the door behind me.

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Today's schedule mostly consisted of Mr Stone's appearance needed in several meetings, a runway show, and another contract signing. Mr Stone has been very busy lately and being his secretary, my state is just the same as his.

Although we spend majority of our time together, he doesn't speak to me regarding our personal lives. The exact opposite of his cousin.

I internally groaned to myself at my useless attempt to push that man in the back of my mind. I was holding a stack of papers in hand and I almost crumpled them up with the force I held in my grasp.

The vibration coming from the my purse awoke me from my oblivious daze and I finally took notice of the pitiful disheveled sheets between my grip.

Mr Stone has his eyes on me and he doesn't appear like he is still paying attention to the assembly, neither am I. I shake my head to wake up and tried to take in all the matters the rest of the people in the room discussed.

"What's wrong?" Mr Stone asked me after the conference, looking at me with concern swirling in his eyes.

"It's nothing, Mr Stone. I just didn't have enough sleep." That was mostly true, I had to stay up all night

He was still looking at me with a look that demands I tell him what's the matter but I merely shook my head and gave a small smile. As we rode to another destination, I began mentally speaking incoherent words at him, at Vindik.

What a dirty mud of black walking musty bread that came out of the oven overcooked that even the pigs wouldn't dare eat a single crust off.

I don't even understand what I just said in my mind but just him making me think like this makes me feel vulnerable.

I have to stop thinking about him. I have matters more important than him at the moment and I don't need a distraction. I am practically saying that I don't need him, just as he doesn't need me.

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The women walked with balance and pure confidence descending the stage. They revealed their outward appearance and presented the clothes they wore perfectly suitable over their bodies.