Clara, who was now in her room, was closing her eyes, trying to calm her mind, which was raging with the words Mr.K had warned earlier.
Clara slowly inhaled her breath and exhaled a long breath.
"Ken, can you make me clear about what you said before?" said Clara, opening her eyes, staring at Mr.K.
"Like I can't tell you now, I have something to confirm first."
Upset Clara with that Mr.K answer, then she closed her eye again.
'What does it mean? Is it true that the person who terrorized me might be around the agency too? '
Feelings of fear and anxiety now began to envelop Clara. Occasionally Clara bit her fingernails.
"Hey, calm down ... don't worry. I'll protect you."
"But ..."
Mr. K approached Clara and hugged Clara gently, trying to calm her down while rubbing her back.
"I hope my way is successful. I don't know how to calm a restless girl," said Mr.K flatly.
Mr.K knew that Clara had been covering up her fears and anxiety with her cheerful and indifferent attitude. For some reason, Mr.K felt obliged to protect his client, even though the real mission Clara had given was only to get specific information about a terrorist who has been terrorizing all this while being a puppeteer or people who are in the circle.
'What's wrong with me? Usually, I never think about my client's feelings.'
"Thank you, Mr.K," Clara said softly, whispering in Mr.K's ear.
"Hng."
After he felt that he had begun to calm down, Mr. K released his hug to Clara.
"May I ask you one thing?" asked Mr.K with his relaxed look.
"Of course."
"Is your relationship with your stepbrother good?"
Clara seemed to think for a moment, who then answered a question from Mr.K.
"Mmm, it seems good. So far, I've never had a problem with my brother," Clara said, staring at Mr.K.
"Let me save information from you."
"What is wrong ?"
"It's nothing, just take it easy," said Mr.K, who then busied himself with his laptop.
'There seems to be something strange here.'
Knock
Knock
"Yes, come in!"
.
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"Oh, you ... what's up, Johny? Do you have something to say to me?" Clara asked when she found Johny, who was none other than the Manager who entered the room.
"Yes, this, I want to submit your schedule for tomorrow until the next two weeks before departure to New York, and for your departure ticket, I have prepared," said Johny as Clara's manager.
"Alright, thank you, Johny ... oh yeah, I forgot to introduce my new assistant to you ... Johny is Ken, and Ken is Johny, my manager," Clara said, introducing the two people who were nearby.
"Oh, hi."
The two exchanged greetings.
"Clara, it looks like I'm going first, I have to contact some ads that want to work with you, but it coincides with your departure to New York."
"Okay, thanks, Johny," Clara said, smiling kindly.
***
Since Clara has no other schedule, she has only spent time playing with her cellphone, while Mr.K is busy with his world with his laptop.
"Ken ... I'm hungry. Can you buy food for me?" Clara asked quietly, looking at Ken.
"I'm not your errands, young lady," Mr.K snorted, annoyed at having bothered him.
"Yak, but you're my assistant here!" Clara said, raising her voice slightly upward.
"You say ..." Mr.K squeaked softly, which sounded faint in Clara's ear.
"Yes, you have been waiting here. I will go out to buy it," said Mr.K.
"Thank you, Ken," Clara said, blinking her bead and smiling happily.
Mr.K can only shake his head to see Clara's behavior. The article is that the public knows Clara is graceful and charismatic, but the more Mr.K is close to Clara, the more distant Clara is the word neat.
"Oh yeah, you use this bracelet," said Mr.K, throwing the bracelet to Clara.
"What is this ?"
"That's a special bracelet. If you're in danger, immediately press the small button on the hook," said Mr.K, briefly explained.
Clara nodded her head as if she understood and put the bracelet on her wrist.
...
...
Many times Clara seemed to throw her cellphone to the sofa.
He was upset ... because he always lost the game he had been playing on his cellphone.
"Ken, where has it been for so long? You don't know if I'm hungry," Clara grumbled irritably.
Gradually Clara finally decided to walk toward the pantry to make a drink that might refresh her mind for a moment or block her hunger.
"Clara!" greeted the young man who approached him.
"Oh, you, looks like we met for the second time today," Clara said casually.
"It seems so. Where are you going?" Jackson asked Clara.
"Ah, I want to go to the pantry for a while to make a cold drink."
Jackson was having fun while circulating his gaze around Clara.
"Where is your assistant? I do not see him near you," Jackson asked with other intentions.
"I don't know, I told him to buy food, but it hasn't been until now," Clara said honestly.
'Looks like it's the right time,' monologue Jackson thought.
"Jackson, I'll go first!" Clara exclaimed, waving her hand.
"Oh, okay," Jackson said, replying to Clara's wave.
Shortly when Clara was approaching the Pantry, a young man was wearing a hat, and all-black clothes hit him from the front.
"Sorry," softly said the young man's voice to Clara while looking down.
Clara immediately forgave the young man just like that. Clara just wanted to ask who the young man, the young man had looked away to go away from him without lifting his head.
With a bit of confusion, Clara decided to ignore him and continued his steps, until ...
... Clara's body suddenly felt weak, and Clara's vision began to shade, and Clara felt the liquid begin to wet the ends of her clothes around her waist.
"Blood!"
Clara panicked when she saw her waist, which is now emitting a red liquid. Clara unconsciously immediately pressed the button on the hook, which was previously instructed by Mr.K.
Over time Clara's legs lost balance. Clara's vision began to blur and dark.
Bruk
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