|| Ian ||
I look at myself in the mirror one last time before I leave my room.
“General, the envoy has been waiting in the living room for almost forty minutes”
Brandon reports as we walk through the hallway.
“Hmm” I hummed.
“Though, I had the maids attend to him awaiting your arrival”
“Hmm” I hummed again.
He didn’t say anything more, he kept quiet and follows me silently.
I adjust my mask and we enter the living room, the envoy stands up immediately he sees me. He should be in his forties or late-thirties.
He reaches out his hand for a handshake, I clasps his hand.
“I finally get to see the legendary General” he said with a smile.
“Call me Mr Morgan!” I told him.
“Right, I’m Mr Adams”
I gesture to the sofa he was sitting when I came in.
“Please” I said.
He sits down and I sit opposite him.
“So, Mr Adams, let’s cut to the chase, I believe the mayor sent you here regarding his niece”
“Yes, yes! The mayor suddenly hears a word of his niece’s death, he demands an explanation”
I turn to Brandon and nods at him, he understands what I meant. He steps forward and drops the bottle of poison we found in the dungeon, on the table and the statement given by the dead maid.
“What is this, Mr Morgan?”
Mr Adams picks up the bottle and opens it, he takes it to his nose and quickly removes it.
“That is a poison, taken by Miss Macfarlane’s maid after she poisoned Miss Macfarlane and was sent to my dungeon!”
“So,,,,, I don’t understand why you bring these to me”
“Take them back with you, give it to the mayor, he’ll know what I mean”
“But,, but,, he,,,, ”
“He’ll understand!”.
He stares at the bottle and sheet of paper for a short while before he nods and pick up the paper and folds it.
“Where is the body, we need to take it back for proper burial”
“Brandon, take him to Miss Macfarlane’s room”
“Yes, General”
He faces Mr Adams.
“This way, sir!”
Mr Adams stands up and the two guards he brought with him, followed him and Brandon.
Since that went well, I should go do some paper work.
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|| Aurora ||
“Woah! I love what you did to your room!” Javier exclaims the moment he steps foot in my room.
I look around and a proud smile appears on my face.
He looks at the few posters I placed on the wall and frowns.
“Aurora,,,, don’t tell me you are obsessed with Drake”
“Yes, I am”
“God! No!”
He falls on his knees and raised his hands in a dramatic way,,,, maybe a bit overdramatic.
“Why are you doing this to me, God! My beloved woman loves Drake! Why did you set us on two different paths!” He wails.
“Halt!” I cut off his show. “So,, does that mean you don’t like Drake?!”
He shakes his head in disgust.
“I hate him,,, the guy doesn’t know stuff. I prefer chance the rapper, I love that dude!”
“You love chance the rapper?!”
“Yeah,,, but not in a romantic way, I just love his performances”
I scoffed and gather the stupid general’s bedsheets in my arms.
Javier throws his arm around my shoulders.
“But don’t worry, m’lady,,,, I’m gonna try listening to Drake sometimes, since you love him” he winks at me.
“Better!”
“Well, I know someone who loves Drake too,,, in fact, he’s obsessed with his songs too”
“Who?”
“Ian!” He whispers in my ear.
My eyes grow bigger and my mouth slightly open.
“T-the General?!”
He nods.
“Yeah,, he’s got more than 500 of Drake’s songs on his phone and he secretly listens to them when he thinks no one’s watching!”
“More than 500?!” I gasp.
He nods.
“Yeah,,,”
That’s way more than mine,,,, General, respect! I salute to him.
Wait,,,,, I just found his weak point, I can get through to him through this.
Now I know how I can win this bet, Javier said I have only three days to make the General smile, I think I can make it.
“Aurora!!” Javier snaps his fingers in my face.
I blinked.
“What?”
“Where did your mind wander off to,,,, I’ve been talking to you but you weren’t paying attention”
“Sorry,,, what were you saying?”
“I said, I know what you did”
What I did? What does he mean,,,, wait,,, don’t tell me he knows I’m a fake doctor!
“W-what did I do?”
“You tricked me into agreeing to wash this bedsheets with you!”
I first sigh in relief before a wide grin appears on my face.
“You already agreed, so let’s get moving!” He scoffs but snatches the bedsheets from me and head out.
I shut my door and follows him. Just then my phone rings, I reach out for it and see Brittany’s name flashing on the screen.
I press the answer button and takes it to my ear.
“Hey Britt, what’s up?”
Instead of replying me, I hear her sobbing softly. I frown.
“Britt, what happened? Why are you crying?”
She doesn’t say anything, just keeps sobbing.
“Talk to me, Britt! What happened?”
“H-he,,,, he,,,,”
Her sobbing couldn’t let her speak.
“Calm down and tell me what happened”
I hear her take in deep breaths.
“He’s started again!”
“Who started again?”
“It’s Eric,,,”
That bastard!
This isn’t a conversation we can have on phone, I will find a way to meet her outside the mansion today.
“Britt, we can’t talk about this on phone, how about we meet at Melina’s later, let’s say 4:30pm?”
“Ok!”
“Where is Eric now? I hope he isn’t with that apartment!”
“No,,,, he already left and I don’t even know if he’s gonna come back”
“Good! I’ll meet you later”
“Ok, bye”
“Bye!”
I hang up and realized I’ve stopped walking and Javier is no where to be found.
Then I see him coming back, a frustrating expression on. I almost smirk, I guess I’m too much trouble for him.
“Bella, why didn’t you follow me out?” He asked.
I know he’s referring to me, but I pretend not to be aware and look behind me as if I’m looking for anyone named Bella.
“There isn’t any Bella here”
“I was talking to you!”
I giggled.
Then an idea crosses my mind,,,, I can easily leave the mansion with Javier and no one will question me.
Hehehehehe,,,,, Javier I’m so sorry for using you, but I have no choice.
“Javier?”
“Yeah?”
“You know I tricked you into washing the sheets with me”
“Hm-mm” he hummed.
“How about I make it up to you later”
“How are you gonna make it up to me?”
“I’ll take you to Melina’s later today, by 4:30pm”
He smiles.
“It’s a deal”
I wink at him and his cheeks turned red, I gasped.
“Are you blushing?”
“N-no” he avoids my gaze.
“You are blushing!”
“No, I’m not, men don’t blush”
“You are, just admit it”
“Are we still gonna go wash the sheets or not?”
“Of course, we are!”
“Let’s go then”
I laugh at his lame attempt to change the subject.