When I calmed down, my agent was standing in the left corner near the comfort room door.
His eyes were focused on his shoes. Most of his plain reactions are similar to a robot I have seen at the college of technology. He placed both hands behind his back; he let the bottle hit him; he looked like a bodyguard.
However, upon observing him, my heart began banging again; inside my body, I felt another soul trolling me, making me dizzy. I turned my face away at the sight of my agent. There is a reason why I got attracted to the agent! Aside from what I am thinking, there's got to be something else! I cannot look at him for now. I turned my head around to any side with no direction and did not feel comfortable letting myself look one way; instead of gazing at my agent, I put up some actions that would trigger the pain.
But my agent is not concerned about my sudden movements. Did he switch his mood? How unpredictable! At least the last man I dated 'was' taller than him and much sweeter but older. And older adults are not supposed to cling to a young woman. It 'was' a considerable scene to let another person talk about how uneasy it was to watch.
For a moment, I inhaled the smell of medicine that remained in the room, even if I didn't like it. A set of pictures about tablets and their sizes played in my head like a PowerPoint, except there was no transition. Instead, I could feel my warm breath pass through my arm's skin, and I noticed in my peripheral view that my agent had changed position for a brief moment. I quickly took a peek at him, and he stood straight without relying on the wall with its free support.
Now to rethink how he acted, he reminds me a lot of my eldest brother. I had a much better view of my agent's attitude. I could not just possibly ignore it, not if I viewed my agent as my eldest brother. I could only hope that this was a coincidence. A coincidence that I must let go, the agent is not my brother; they are two different people, in talent, even in thinking they are not the same.
This is not good; I have blocked the feeling towards my agent as a man, given my woman's side. And now he reminds me of my eldest brother, who is unpleasant.
"Get me mineral water; use your other extra coins," I commanded him.
I heard him murmur words that I did not care to know. I closed my eyes again, but I did not lie back on the bed. Instead, a wave of awareness dwelled upon me. It did not make my heart ache when thinking about my brother, but who will know the unexpected, right? They want something from me, and without notice, they will try harder to get me to kneel in front of my mother and father; I have to stop them from pinning me in danger before they finally resort to hiring a sniper.
The possibility for it to happen is enormous. However, I cannot be replaced anymore for something that they call daughter; I separated from them since birth, not content with my existence, in all honesty. I swore without my family here that, I would not let them stop me from what I would do with my grandparent's last card. 'The Ice-cream shops.'
My name is placed in the building owner.
I owned the most significant shares my parents wanted the most in their life. And somehow, they did not expect my grandparents to put my name on the papers. I did not know, but a lawyer visited me when I reached the age of twenty-three just two months ago. It seems my family's entire world crashed utterly when they found out. My grandparents are dead, but they are living in me; I could not possibly just let them get their way, not when I am alive.
"I will get what you ask for, Milady." My agent walked across the extra bed for visitors and reached for his black bag, which lay near two pillows that were also closer to my side. He had to look at me, and I had no choice but to look at him. He then opened the bag before he spoke up.
"Milady, I will hand this pistol to you just in case someone might get inside here."
I stared at him and told him something that opened up some insights for his mind.
"You left me once just to get filtered water without waking me up, giving me a pistol, or telling me how to protect myself." The words slipping through my mouth were just the truth. If it hurts him, then he is guilty.
He passed me the pistol with its bag; he leaned down to look at me one last time. Then he turned his back around to stretch his arms out above his head and continued stepping forward to the door. All of that action, and I would be alone again. Been alone, but I guess not going to be forever alone.
For a few minutes of my life, I am learning what my day would have been if I had met the agent earlier. But, of course, it would be completely different since my brothers could snip my whereabouts by hiring a spy to be on their side. And I would counter back them using the agent's skill so I will be pleased to get them caught in my game; I have to make sure it is unexpected. Smirking, I glance at the pistol.
"Where did everything go wrong? I Prepared the plan swiftly in time, beyond my capabilities; they had blocked me from my fingerprint in the mansion until now; it is just a simple trick to reset the fingerprint." I whispered nonsense that happened a few days ago. Then I reached out a hand to grab the pistol placed on my right side by the agent.