"Ms. Young, It's a surprise to see you."
"Why would it be?" Hana smiled, hugging Hiromi tighter. "I'm here to find what belongs to me."
'This woman is surely here for a reason, might it be that she needs something that the President can provide?'
"Hana.," Hiromi called out softly, still stunned to see her in front of him.
"I'm sorry that I've foolishly decided to break up with you," she pouted, fixing the man's necktie, "It's just that I'm having mood swings and such, please forgive me for my wrongdoing..."
'Tch. An act. President can see through that I'm sure!' Reagan thought, "President, we should need to head to the industry by now."
"Yes...the industry. Get the car ready, Reagan. Hana..." Hiromi clasps the female's hands and holds them, "I forgive you, as long as you don't do it again."
Reagan was in disbelief, 'How could you forgive her that easily? Last night you were in torment because of her.'
"Of course my sweet darling."
The conversation between the two made Reagan disgusted, he couldn't tolerate the entire scene unfolding before him.
Ten minutes later, the two have already checked out and had their luggage. Hana kept standing beside Hiromi while Reagan tried his best to maintain a positive mind towards the two.
The atmosphere changed entirely, Hiromi's mood was a bit happy but somehow disturbed. Reagan noticed it but didn't mind it at all.
"Darling, are you going to Bliss Industry again?"
"Yes."
"Boring..." Hana complained, "oh! I know. I can just get to a spa for the rest of the day!"
Reagan turned his head at Hana with eyes of disgust. Hiromi gave a calming smile towards Hana, "Sure, I'll have Reagan drop you at the best spa in the whole city before I head to the office."
'President, are you going to let this woman fool you again?' thought Reagan. Moments later, the three had already gone in the Black Audi RS5 Coupe and already on the busy streets of Tokyo.
Reagan was behind the wheel while both Hiromi and Hana were sitting at the back. now and then, Reagan will glance at them by the rearview mirror. Hana had her eyes glued on her screen while Hiromi had his eyes all on her.
The car slowed down a bit and had made a turn to the right, parking seconds later in front of a huge spa. "Thank you for dropping me here, can you also pick me up later?" Hana asked cutely, "I will." The young actress smiled and exited the car "Bye, love you."
As soon as she went inside the spa, Hiromi transferred to the passenger seat and looked at Reagan with an intimidating look. "What happened last night, Mr. Flick?"
Hiromi caught him off guard, it was too sudden! Reagan had thought that he won't mind asking what had happened last evening. he was in a stir, not knowing what to respond.
"Answer."
"Sir, you were heavily drunk last night. So, I helped you to lay down on your bed and then went out to my room." Reagan reasoned out.
"Why was I not wearing any clothes?"
"You might have taken those off of you."
"I see, well." Hiromi leaned forward Reagan and revealed a kiss mark on his neck. "Care to explain this love bite?" Reagan was in shock. The mark was still a bit reddish, just fresh.
"Mr. Flick, I am quite agitated on what you have done. Not only did you left me drunk, but you also had informed Ms. Young my room number and made her climb on my bed!"
'So he thought it differently; He thinks that Hana played him while he was intoxicated and then leave when she was satisfied.' Deep down, Reagan was in relief. 'He won't know.'
"I apologize for my inconsiderate actions, President. You've been depressed for a few days, I thought I could have helped you ease a bit if Ms. Young would have come back."
"I'm very truly sorry, President. You may punish me in any means, but I have only thought of your emotions."
Hiromi gave a smile, "Apology accepted. However, due to your disloyalty or even giving data about my whereabouts, you will be appointed in taking care of Ms. Young while I am busy. So, after you drive me to the industry, I entrust you the job of accompanying her to wherever she wishes. Are we clear?"
A sudden shock came to Reagan after he heard Hiromi's orders. He was in charge of attending to Ms. Hana Young's needs and desires. It felt like he was being punished by shoving the lover at his face. Just his assistant, always following orders like a servant who needs to fulfill his majesty's command.
He had no objections or reasons to disobey. He also had no worth than only being a mere assistant. Reagan gave a nod and had started the car, driving to Bliss Entertainment. Hiromi had gone out and instructed Reagan to deliver his luggage to the mansion at his estate before he heads out to Hana.
During the whole errand running, Reagan was in his deep thoughts. 'If President doesn't know that he and I had an intimate moment last night, then it would probably best to keep it a secret.'
'Although, if I would keep it under wraps, my feelings for him would surpass my ability to control it. It will get harder for me to restrain my emotions, especially because of Hana coming back into the frame.'
'Come to think of it, it's quite suspicious that she would come back. What's her scheme this time?'
Thoughts started to pop out of Reagan's mind. Hana had always been using Hiromi ever since he had confessed his feelings towards her. Reagan was in doubt that she had mutual feelings towards the President.
However, Hiromi had never doubted her and have always followed her requests instantly. He wasn't that dumb to obey like that, mainly because Hiromi was a smart and respected boss who would not tolerate people who are demanding or even manipulating others for their benefits.
It was only Hana who had been allowed to be spoiled by the President. Other females actresses had tried to seduce Hiromi to gain support from him, yet he kicks them out of the industry and bans them for being disgusting. Why was Hana the only exception?
'Does that mean that the President is truly in love with her?'
He had already delivered the luggage and was now near the spa. When he had arrived at the spa, it was already noon. He waited for a few hours and ate some lunch inside the car when he noticed a familiar female figure had exited the establishment and hugged a man who was waiting beside a FIAT 124 Spider Abarth Convertible - Hana Young.