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xxii. the birth of avarice

xxii.
the birth of avarice

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I walked down the hallways with a box of grape juice on my grasp, resisting the urge to skip along the way.

I have to avoid getting all cheery, I have to throw this juice box before I get caught sipping one.

I know I am young, a 12 year old boy is barely an adult.

But if I act like a child, I will be seen as nothing but a child.

I waddled my way towards my father's office, making sure I wouldn't spill the remaining amount of juice on my pristine labcoat.

There's not a single person in the hallway. It seems like the laboratory workers are all accustomed with the newest arrival.. How special would that arrival be? It's probably more than just an inoperative infant. I wonder how it can contribute to research.

Peeking my head through the door frame of my father's office, I examined the whole place and alas, my gaze caught the trashcan.

As I was about to sneak in, a shuffling noise made me halt. There, instead of an empty room, I found a facility worker rummaging files on my father's desk.

Not just any worker.. The servant..

The inmate turned into the facility's servant..

How dare he.. Entering my father's office without needing to hide..

Touching my father's things with his filthy hands..

"Hey, you." I called him out from a distance, instantly startling him.

"Jin.." The servant looks at me with wide eyes, I looked at him with a glare.

"How dare you not address me as a doctor!"

"Jin- I mean doctor, I was just-"

"What are you doing in father's office, you ingrate!" I yelled at him, pointing my finger at his face.

"No- Shh, shh.." He panics, flashing his palms in an attempt to calm me down.

I immediately scoot away from him, glaring at him in disgust. "Don't touch me, lowlife. If you do, you'll receive punishment."

"I was just.. Really, I, I-" He tried to save himself, stammering in the process.

"You're trying to escape, aren't you?" I sneered at him, gesturing the files that were scattered on the ground.

He looks at me with his disgusting set of eyes, turning glassy as it starts getting wet.

I stared at him. His lips was quivering in fear, his hands were visibly trembling.