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Chapter 13

Nathan

Discretion, no way in itself a difficult task, yet she somehow still managed to mess it up. Resting my chin on my hand, I continue to observe the raging boy before me.

"Who the fuck did it." Sung Jae curses his fist clenched into a ball. I take a sip of the Camille tea, mostly impressed at his current tone of voice, he was getting bold.

Maybe too much for his own good.

"Danielle is currently in charge of the investigation." I denounce, Misty edges closer to him almost like a mother cat shielding her kitten, she watches me closely not bothering to hide her blatant distaste. If I ridded myself of him I wonder if she would follow, her undying devotion for a man clueless of her love.

It never failed to amuse me.

"How could they? She didn't even do anything."

Zoning out of his stream of questions, I glance outside the window, a trail of water starting to form along the glass, the raindrops producing a familiar tune. I disliked it. Repressed memories of a time resurfacing as its elongated jests of mockery unsettles my nerves.

"It's about time you two got back to work." I say, signaling Damian, the butler to escort them out, he was quick on his feet but disappointingly my father got to him first.

It always seemed he was one step above me.

"The chef baked some complimentary deserts to go with the tea." Danielle says dismissing the stationed maid as she approaches.

"How did it go?" I question, as she arranges the scones in a pleasant manner.

"I resurfaced some analytics from yesterday's catalog, 7 students from the twelve elitist fan club hadn't signed in for their last period. "

"Is that so." I proceed leaning back in my chair, "I hope you have proof to go along with your statement."

She places a folder in front of me, "One of them testified this morning, Heather Woods, she confessed to leading her into the abandoned buildings far East."

I tilt my head my hair tousling to the side, how bothersome. Why couldn't they just stay in their lanes and be useful? I start tapping the antique cup, contemplating my next decision. In addition to hurting Hazel they arrogantly put a pause on my plans. Unfortunately dealing with them at the moment was not an option, they still had a part to play.

"Stop all further exposition and expel the president." I appease slightly dissatisfied as she rearranges her folders in her bag, "The least you can do is appoint someone whose sane this time."

"I will work on that right away. You have lunch with the ambassador at 2:00, Your custom fitting for the Femme Ball is at 4:30, the paperwork for the terms budget will be sent in tonight." She says checking her calendar, "My informant contacted me a few hours ago, the rumors are in full circulation now."

"Already." I poise getting up from my seat. "Then I assume you already informed Hazel."

"My apologies I still haven't gotten around to doing that." She cautions slipping on my coat.

"Well you better hurry. I can't have you failing again, now can I?" I say smiling bitterly.

She shakes her head quickly her expression growing wary at my condescending tone.

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Doctor Stevan put me on bed rest for three days, it was my last day lunging around, I was almost fully healed only the wound on my ear remaining, it was fortunate I had shielded my face that day. Doctor Stevan said I was lucky I didn't receive any fractures, even the bruises were starting to fade out.