"I will add the total payment since you advise me, but you have no right to make a move that crosses the line of your work."
And I do not doubt that my agent knows what I meant to say to him. He must understand everything I said because he is known to be the best agent. AfterI could say he is the best for me after a brief time together. But I will not spin my emotions in circles like a child. I have to form a line of boundary in the axis I am making.
My agent watched me inside the elevator. I knew he was concerned about my well-being, but I blocked those thoughts exceptionally well. I opened another conversation about what I needed him to do tonight, my second brothers' birthday and my parent's wedding anniversary. I also know that no one else has heard about my parents' plan because if anybody knew in the mansion's hallway, servants would spread rumors and end up blaming everything on me. Cause they see me as the black sheep, but I deal with it in silence. And since it did not happen, I must move quickly in countering a defense against their attacks.
Plus, if I were at home, I would stand up and own everything based on truths, not just rumors, before I let anyone dirty up my name since I cannot make people drag me into their handmade holes. Not that they are innocent, too: People working in the mansion gave up their life to be free; they all have one in common as a servant, story makers—so as the story goes.
And as the seconds went by, it was not difficult for me to make my agent sigh with my words as he threw questions at me too. Some are personal, but I did answer him anyway since I considered him my official agent.
"Two reasons to celebrate in one party," He thought about it for a quick second and then continued.
"This party will be held in Milady's mansion, yes?" He asked me, and I nodded while I moved my chin away from my shoulders. I am a little bit guilty since I was initially under the mistaken impression that him being a fraud and belittling his abilities that his fans found attractive in working with him. But, the fact is, the growing respect that I began to see in him, including the ability to put problems into action with a partial solution, is much worth spending on it because most of the employees in my friend's company keep the best-ranked agents were not mainly sociable nor dare to be talkative. And what I have now is a unique agent. I avoided him at some point in my friend's company, but here he is, stuck in being with me as my agent.
I make a step and realize that the pain in my knee has begun to send my nerves down the roof. I hold back my scream with a harsh bite of my lower lip. I forgot about my injury. And so, the agent made his way to the side where the damage was. He shakes his head, giving me the idea that my minor injury is getting severe. How to confirm it? See, I know a little bit about the knee part: Familiarizing the details in the past was just a hobby or basically for fun. But the joke side, my kneecap and thigh bone hurt. I did leave some distance from my agent as much as I possibly could. There was no exception this time, and that was the only thing I could give into the situation –the boss and the agent moments inside the elevator.
"Milady, I have to carry you out in the elevator. If you allow me to."
Without thinking about what I just did—I practically nodded my head. Which means I allowed him to carry me and let him be at service. I can't push him away now, can I? It will look like I am being childish, and it does not qualify my personality that I, Shreya Yuki Owen, would be called ignorant.
As my agent dutifully took action, I tried hard to ignore the annoying banging of my heart as he gently and slowly placed his arms behind me, "Hold on tight to me, Milady. I do not want you to fall. Since I assure you my arms are the safest place if you stay still."
I gathered all my powerful strength not to break or weaken my walls or even my knees because right now, I was melting. The way he whispered those words into the nearest ear in his lips was enough to make me feel anxious. Oh no, wait nauseated, and I was sure that I would not be feeling well for a reason in the next few days since this heart would not fly away in my internal organs in the first place: I needed my heart to be alive, and I just hired an agent to let me see what I am missing. A boyfriend! --I will never have one at the moment, or clearly. What am I even thinking right now? This is not me. I must focus on the primary goal.
"Milady, I have to put you down on the guest couch. I will be back."
My hands slid down, away from his shoulders, as he placed me gently on the couch. I blinked while looking at my agent's back as he walked away. Unsure of what he is about to do to me. I cannot respond well to his actions; however, I still can answer some questions correctly if one asks me. Besides, I am born confident to a certain degree, building myself with it, a face-off from anyone who would never forget me—a restless before and after effects of life.
My agent carefully scanned the hotel's ground floor area, observing suspicious movements from the people walking inside and out.