Lady'S Gentleman
equally tired
All the way back to the office, Milady cried.
Piqued
Embarrassed
Mournfully
All mixed into one.
He was crying for his innocence
He also cried over his stupidity.
His hands were no longer painful, but still red and tingling.
What is he looking for?
Once more... Love Sebastian?
The old Milady rejected it, and now the one hoping to come back?!
There was a time when Milady wished Sebastian was truly selfish.
Just like the man said... If he was selfish, Milady would have been his wife.
Gee whiz...
It's like hearing it, like,
At once drowned deeply.
Milady lost...
From Trevor.
Trevor's share of Sebastian's life is much larger.
What the hell was I expecting?! Milady nags herself.
It's clear Sebastian will be more inclined to choose his flesh and blood. Almost all of his body soul he devoted to Trevor.
Milady is no one, only a dark past full of disgrace.
I have to be strong...
Sizzle Milady onto herself.
Live with your chin up. After this, no more self-esteem will fall.
He has agreed on the price.
She has accepted an offer to be Trevor's wife.
He has to act professionally.
This isn't for Trevor.
But for her...
See what he will gain after marrying Trevor.
Status as the wife of a Bataragunadi.
All will respect him, bow to him, be disinclined to him, he will have power.
Separated from his mother's father.
Ownership of all Trevor's assets, which amount to trillions.
No need to work in an office anymore.
Then...
A freedom, promised by Trevor.
He will also ask to stay apart from Sebastian.
Importantly, when the wedding happened, Trevor's treasure would not fall to Ayumi. All access is special, closed to Ayumi.
So, uh,
He's going to talk to Trevor tonight.
About the next move.
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"Eh..siang Sir!" Arman bowed respectfully to the figure of Sebastian passing by grimly. He was quite surprised because his Bigboss had returned to Indonesia so quickly. Will he return abroad in a day like yesterday?
"I changed the access number yah.." murmured Sebastian while fiddling with the sensors on his front door.
3 0 0 9 9 2
Arman.
It's like a date of birth, but it's not Sebastian's date of birth.
"Please it out of your head." Sebastian said.
"Good sir..."
"All you know is this number, Miss Fani for cleaning, and Lady Ma'am, okay?!"
"Oh, Lady Lady is also Sir...?"
Sebastian did not answer. The man had already directly entered his room before Arman asked further.
Then he dropped his body on a thick leather chair in front of his desk.
Dingy...
Feels tired...
What the hell is he doing today? What's the deal until he feels 10 years older?
Ah yes, P3K box.
It's getting more pronounced now...
Sebastian went to the corner of the room and grabbed the shelf above the hydrant. The P3K box he now rarely opens. Hopefully no drugs expire, should Arman have checked the contents according to the standard checklist of completeness of the room
Where antiseptic...
Then cotton...
Sebastian opens his suit, then rolls up his shirt.
His arm was full of blood. Fortunately, it did not drip out.
When was the last time he was injured...?
It was about 6 - 7 years ago when he went to Libya and Qatar for oil drilling business.
They were attacked by militants in the middle of the transaction. The injuries and lives at stake could be worth the outcome. Losing his life suffered by the other party, he only suffered a scratch wound.
He must return to training to sharpen the intuition of the combat. As a martial arts artist, all the krav maga movements he has memorized outside the head.
But what must be retrained is the attacking instinct.
Aw, Milady...
This wound is nothing compared to the shadow that always haunts Sebastian every night.
When he dreams of Milady exchanging rings with Trevor, and Trevor kisses Milady on the forehead.
A very bad dream for him.
Because it will most likely come true.
Then the intercom lit up.
Sebastian lifted her up while rubbing her wound with gauze.
"Yes?" sapana.
"Sir, there's a package from Lady" Arman said.
Maybe the outfit Milady borrowed yesterday.
"Bring in." sizzle Sebastian while gluing the adhesive.
Arman entered with a paper bag.
"Excuse me sir." he said. And he was transfixed when he saw the bloodstained cotton swab on Sebastian's desk and saw Sebastian just finished his wound.
"Mr... why?" ask Arman.
"Clawed cat.." Sebastian's hiss.
"Huh?"
"Put it there.. go back to work." said Sebastian.
"Eh... Need to call a doctor sir?"
"I'm not a child, little scratches asked to be treated in the hospital.." furious Sebastian.
Arman cleared his throat 'a little' but finished half a bottle of antiseptic. Arman decided not to argue with Sebastian.
"Good Sir... Excuse me. Excuse me." then Arman came out of Sebastian's room half-run.
A Sebastian... It can be scratched by a cat until it bleeds.
The sweetest cat he had ever seen, with dazzling brown eyes with tongues as sensitive as a venomous snake... Her favorite seduce by rubbing her body towards Sebastian, asking to be caressed. But when Sebastian stroked her, she groaned angrily and clawed...
Sebastian grabbed the paper bag and took out the contents. He would hang up his shirt and put his belt in a drawer.
Fragrance of detergent is common in laundries...
Then a cloth fell down.
A tie...
And...
Sebastian raising his eyes, he grabbed a thin, transparent, pink triangular-shaped cloth.
Accompanied by handwritten cards.
"All I've washed in the laundry. I put this one in the closet. Don't tear it..love."
Bait Sebastian.
He punched the closet door.
It could be that the woman acted while they were on a truce!!
Sebastian sighed regulating his heart rhythm.
Then fold the thin cloth neatly, and put it in his closet drawer.
I don't know what he's gonna do about it.
Then he sat back in his chair.
Putting out the blood-stained cotton that was strewn about.
And change his mind...
He approached his closet again.
Open the drawer, please,
Grab that thin cloth.
And put it in his inner pocket.
"Arman, tell James I'm home fast." sizzled Sebastian through the intercom.
"Well sir." replied Arman.
*****
Sebastian's actual workroom is inside his house, next to his father's neat work space.
His den...
Well... Far from neat word.
Paper and documents splattered, there is mini golf inside and samsak boxing.
Then a large bookcase with books whose order is no longer in accordance with the edition so often in back and forth.
But according to Sebastian, it is convenient according to his own class.
He could not keep many documents in the office because many businesses were secret that his employees should not know.
The secrets of this country and the secrets of other countries, which he needs for his business interests.
Since the Beaufort was currently restricting their movement from interfering too much in politics, it may have been Baskara's last wish for Alex, Baskara knows too much about state affairs so she doesn't want her son's safety threatened, while Alex is a young boy full of obsessive ambition so Baskara fears Alex will fall into a black hole. Sebastian, meanwhile, has entered the black hole earlier than Baskara, so all matters of confidentiality are handed over to Garnet Group.
Government puppet?
Not really...
Sebastian is more than that...
He can choose a job.
Maybe as a puppet, he'll feed Jarvas Co. Gerald Bagaswirya's.
After all Gerald's grandmother was a state asset, they were better suited to 'inside' activities'. The 'packaging' business let Garnet go forward.
Sebastian stayed put so Jarvas could be in third place on the Top Gainer stock exchange, and Gerald could be more free to act.
Then now...
Staying in his personal business.
More difficult than chess.
Milady is not a chess pawn Sebastian can set as he pleases. The movement is unpredictable.
Just like...
The boyo. Moving arbitrarily.
Fortunately, he fell in love with Meilinda, so just a little bit of his brother's emotions, the Boyo will obey.
But Milady is different.
The woman was driven by no one.
And he holds Sebastian's US card.
Sebastian dropped his suit on a nearby sofa, then threw himself on the edge of the bed, opened one by one the buttons of his shirt and sighed.
What the hell just happened... Her thought.
Too many things are beyond reason.
He never wasted time back and forth between Jakarta-Germany, in just 3 days!
To... A woman!
Which isn't even his...
Then the man threw himself in bed.
He needs to sleep...
*****
Yori Hainez, single, 30 years old, restaurant entrepreneur, tomboy, the first child of the Adara family who is very affectionate towards his two younger siblings.
Today he drove his car to the Coastview project parking lot.
After leaving his SIM on the security project up front, he mentioned the keyword "i'm Milady's sister"
And greeted with the phrase "Oh her sister Lady, please enter ma'am. I'm calling Mr. Arran who will accompany you."
He stopped his car and got out, then stood for a moment looking towards the ocean whose water could not be called blue, more gray. But the name of the sea, according to Yori, is still conquering.
Because it's...
The sea can swallow it all up if the Creator is angry.
The sea is a faithful follower of God.
Proof greatness.
Simultaneously calms man with the sound of his waves whirring,
Remind people who they should worship...
The Sea and the Mountain, are equally extraordinary, according to Yori.
He likes both...
So, uh,
Now it's time to check out Milady's gifts.
Maybe he and Samantha will design a different design from the old restaurant. Frankly, Yori did not really like the concept of being too 'sweet'... If the theme in the mall is Rivendale, it may be the theme here is Shire, the city of Hobbits... Or all Hogwart.
Cooler if the atmosphere is gothic, but still elegant.
Let's see how it looks.
From a distance, Yori could see someone walking towards her.
Not that he was happy daydreaming, but that guy was really...
Sweet...
And very high.
His voice was a little grim. But the type of man with the face of local wisdom, skinned sapodilla mature, with a sexy body structure that is imported so, quite rare.
Is he a star?
"Mom Yori?" Greet the man.
His voice is smooth and his intonation is soft.
Milady male version. That was what was implied in Yori's mind.
"Mom?" Call the guy.
"ah! Hi, I'm Yori..." Yori reached out to shake the man.
"My name is Arran, I'm in charge of the project here."
"Yes Mr. Arran."
"Call Arran, ma'am.."
"Then call me Yori. Being called 'mother' makes me feel 10 years older..."
Arran tilted his head while looking at Yori. It seemed that he was assessing the appearance of the woman.
This woman, said Milady's sister. Thought Arran.
But he looks much younger than Milady.
Yori wears a black sleeveless t-shirt with baggy trousers many pockets and doc mart shoes. There were piercings on his eyebrows and some in his ears.
And... There's a tattoo on the upper arm.
Lady rocker's... Thought Arran.
"okay...Yori." Arran Fizz. "Lot you in the main building in the middle. The view directly to the sea so rather hot if on the veranda. But if the room remains cool because the window is equipped with anti-solar." Sizzle Arran while walking into the mall area.
Yori followed Arran by widening her pace. Their height feels significant. Yori was not as tall as Milady, she was only 168cm, and her body bones were larger. The shoulders are rather wide and the jaws are slightly square making it more suitable in masculine style than feminine.
"We have been instructed to return the name, may I borrow your identity for the notary?"
"Can... or are we both going to the notary? When do you have time?" Ask Yori.
"Hm... Our notaries also have offices in this area, so we can take care of it today as well, actually. How's it?"
Yori looked at Arran with sparkling eyes.
"Thank you Arran!" Exclaims. Then he reached into the wallet in the back pocket of his pants and handed over his ID card and NPWP excitedly. They haven't even seen the Lot.
Arran smiled faintly at Yori's expressive manner.
"Call Arran..." The man noticed Yori's identity card, "Because we're the same age."
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