AAAAAAA….HUFF HUFFF HUFFF HUFFFF!
Little man's eyes snapped open with violent force, his entire body lurching upward from the bed as if pulled by invisible strings. The darkness of his room swirled around him, distorted and unfamiliar in those first disorienting seconds of consciousness. His chest heaved with desperate gasps, each breath tearing through his throat with burning sensation. Sweat poured down his face in thick rivulets, soaking through the expensive silk sheets beneath him until they clung to his trembling body with uncomfortable persistence.
The visions from the underground area still flickered behind his eyelids every time he blinked. Flashes of stone corridors, tool light casting twisted shadows, faces contorted with emotions he couldn't quite decipher, and a man.... covered in darkness.... His heart hammered against his ribs with such ferocity that he wondered if it might simply burst through his chest and end this torment.
AGHH!
Little man's hands flew to his temples, pressing hard against the pounding pressure that threatened to split his skull apart. His fingers dug into his own skin, nails creating small crescents of pain that barely registered against the overwhelming ache radiating through his head.
"How are you feeling, son?"
A mature weathered voice cut through the chaos of his thoughts with startling clarity.
"Father?"
Little man's gaze lifted slowly, his eyes struggling to focus through the haze of pain and confusion. There, sitting in the ornate chair beside his bed, sat his father. The older man looked utterly drained, as if years had been added to his face in just a single night. Deep shadows carved themselves beneath his eyes, and his normally impeccable posture had collapsed into hunched defeated posture.
Silence stretched between them without anyone saying anything...…... Little man felt reality creeping back into his awareness piece by piece, each fragment of memory assembling itself into a picture he desperately wished he could unsee. His body, which had been tensed and rigid with panic, slowly deflated as the full weight of what his father had done crashed down upon him.
The betrayal.
The manipulation.
The lies.
His lips parted, but only one word managed to escape. "Why?..."
That single syllable carried everything. All his disappointment, all his confusion, all the trust that had shattered into irreparable pieces. It hung in the air between them, demanding an answer that Little man already knew would never be enough.
The father watched his son's face crumble, watched the light of respect dim in those young eyes, and felt his heart broke into hundreds of pieces. His own disappointment in himself reflected back from his son's gaze cut deeper than any blade ever could.
"Son, I am sorry…"
The words came out rough, scraped raw by shame.
Little man's teeth sank into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, the sharp metallic taste flooding his mouth as he forced out his next question. "What have you done to make 1st Rock Leader control you?"
The question landed between them with brutal directness.
The father's face twisted into something approximating a smile, though sadness warped it into a grotesque mockery of the expression. He shook his head slowly. "Right now, it doesn't matter what I have done…" A long, shuddering breath escaped his lungs. "She… The Princess… Her future is bleak. I think you should stay away from her."
Princess Natalia's face materialized in Little man's mind with crystalline clarity. Her words from earlier made his broken heart ache, her gaze once warm when directed at him, now distant and cold as winter frost. The change in her had been so complete, so absolute, that thinking about it made his chest constrict with physical pain.
Sighhh.... PUFF…
Little man let himself fall backward, his body collapsing onto the mattress with complete abandon. His head hit the soft pillow, sinking deep into the expensive down filling. His eyes traced the intricate patterns carved into his ceiling, following the gorgeous craftsmanship that had once filled him with pride. Now it all felt hollow.
"HER FUTURE IS BLEAK BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE DECIDED TO STAB HER IN THE BACK!!!"
The words erupted from him with sudden violence, years of suppressed frustration pouring out in a torrent he couldn't control even if he wanted to.
"You said it doesn't matter what you have done, but it matters to HER!!! Because of your actions, her position is in danger. Even though she felt completely different back there underground, transformed into someone I barely recognized, her desire to serve this city burns as bright as it ever did. And her most trusted allies, the very people she counted on for support, have turned their backs on her!"
Little man's fist clenched tight, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. The image of Natalia standing alone in that vast areana, surrounded by thousands of people yet utterly isolated, seared itself into his memory. Her small figure at the center of that sea of faces, facing them all with her chin raised even as her world crumbled around her.
"We might have given her our support…"
The father spoke slowly, his gaze drifting away from his son toward the window. Beyond the glass, the night sky stretched endlessly, stars scattered across the darkness in patterns that had witnessed countless betrayals throughout history.
"We might have stood by her side if Queen and Master Zack hadn't unveiled that Effort System.... That revelation shattered every hesitation, broke through every careful alliance. It made many Crown House masters pull back their support from her."
"I could blame him too."
Little man's voice dropped, becoming almost conversational despite the fury still simmering beneath the surface.
"I could point my finger at Zack and say this is all his fault.... But deep inside, I know this was inevitable. Whether he brought up that system or not, this outcome was always waiting in Natalia future. Because…"
TSK!
"BECAUSE EACH ONE OF YOU IS GREEDY!!!"
The accusation flew from his lips as he glared directly at his father, no longer bothering to hide his disgust.
"You people have been climbing uphill for so long, scrambling for power and position year after year, that you forgot why you started this journey in the first place! You forgot why your ancestors worked themselves to exhaustion! Father, you taught me to serve this city with righteousness, to put the city before profit, to choose honor over convenience. But you only… TSK! WHY!!!"
"I…"
The father's voice caught, trapped somewhere between his heart and his throat.
"Reaching this position was never an easy road, my son."
He stood slowly, his movements stiff, each joint protesting the weight of his years and his choices. Moving to stand beside his son's bed, he continued speaking, words pouring out in confession.
"I have done countless unspeakable things to get where I am. Things that still wake me in the darkest hours of night, demanding I remember them in excruciating detail. I know I was wrong. That knowledge has eaten at me for decades, rotting me from the inside out. That's precisely why I taught you to be a better man than I ever was. I wanted you to serve this city by taking the right road, the one I abandoned long ago. I have accumulated the power, gathered the wealth, built the connections to support your path forward. I wanted to give you what I never had… A CHOICE TO BE GOOD!!"
The father's knees bent, his proud spine curving forward as he bowed deeply to his son, a gesture of submission that went against every instinct of a man who had spent his life commanding others.
"I am sorry, son."
Little man stared at his father's bowed head, watched the genuine remorse radiating from every line of his father's hunched shoulders, and felt his anger begin to crack and shift into something more complicated. His mind raced, thoughts scattering in a thousand different directions simultaneously.
What had he done over the years?
Why had he made the choices he made?
His ideals, so carefully cultivated and nurtured, had been planted in his soul by this very man now bowing before him. Serving the city, creating a better place for everyone to thrive, these weren't just pretty words he'd picked up somewhere. They were the foundation of everything he believed himself to be.
Sighhh… Natalia…
Her name escaped his lips in a whisper filled with regret and longing for her beautiful smile.
Little man rose from his bed in one smooth motion, his hands reaching out to grasp his father's shoulders firmly. He lifted the older man back up with gentle insistence, guiding him to sit in the chair once more. Then Little man settled himself on the edge of the bed, his feet's touching the beautiful floor.
Neither spoke for a long moment.
Their minds dove deep into the murky waters of their own actions, swimming through memories of choices made and paths taken. Little man found himself back in that arena, standing before Zack, those eyes… even now, the memory of Zack's piercing gaze sent shivers racing down his spine like ice water trickling down his back.
"What was I thinking?"
The question emerged barely louder than a breath.
Sighhh…
"I was way too desperate today. Maybe..... maybe because I knew I had no chance from the very beginning. No, I knew I never had any chance at all, so I…"
Little man's palm rose to cover his face, rubbing roughly at his features as frustration built inside him. The memory surfaced unbidden, dragging him back through time to that first visit to Natalia's personal room.
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CREAKKK!
The heavy door had swung open, revealing a space that defied all expectations.
"Wowww! What in the world is this room!!"
One of Natalia's female friends had gasped in pure amazement, her head swivelling to take in every detail of the princess's private sanctuary.
"I am a princess, of course my room will be the best of the best!"
Young Natalia's sweet voice had rung out proudly. She'd welcomed her friends inside with grand gestures, her whole-body radiating excitement about their planned study session. The girls had arrived wearing matching cute outfits that they'd coordinated earlier, settling themselves around an enormous circular study table that could have seated twice their number. The boys, dressed in comfortable casual clothes, claimed their own spots around the same table.
Little man had looked around the chamber with wide eyes, taking in the luxury that surrounded them on all sides. But his attention kept getting pulled back to Natalia herself. She wore such a simple outfit that night, just a blue wool zipper hoodie with full sleeves paired with adorable short wool pants. Her young figure, still developing into womanhood, created lines and curves that made him stare for several seconds too long before he caught himself and forced his eyes elsewhere.
He turned to examine the room's furnishings, hoping to distract himself from thoughts he knew were inappropriate. Suddenly his wandering gaze landed on something that made him freeze mid-step.
A wardrobe.
A clothing wardrobe with its closet door hanging slightly ajar.
Through that narrow opening, he could see inside. And what he saw made his heart sink into the bottom of cold river
Men's clothing....
Lots of men's clothing!!!
His feet carried him toward the wardrobe without conscious thought, some terrible compulsion driving him forward even though part of him already knew he wouldn't like what he found. His hand reached out, fingers closing around the handle, pulling the door fully open.
The sight that greeted him confirmed his worst fears.
Inside hung numerous men's garments. Not just outer attire like shirts and pants, but also undergarments, intimate pieces that spoke of long-term residence rather than casual visits. Some items were neatly arranged with obvious care, while others had been tossed in roughly, carelessly, as if whoever wore them felt completely at home here.
A specific face materialized in his mind.
ZACK!!!
Before he could spiral further down that painful path of imagination, young Natalia appeared at his side with sudden swiftness.
THUMP!
Her small hands shoved the wardrobe door closed with more force than necessary.
"Hey, Little man! Bad manners!!"
Young Natalia's face had flushed bright red, embarrassment painting her cheeks with color that spread down her neck. She glared at him with wide eyes, clearly mortified that he'd discovered this particular secret.
"Whose are those?"
Little man asked the question even though dread already churned in his stomach, anticipating an answer that would hurt.
Natalia's eyes darted sideways, checking to see if their other friends had noticed this exchange. Relief visibly washed over her features when she saw them all absorbed in their own conversations, completely oblivious to the drama unfolding in the wardrobe corner.
She released a breath she'd been holding.
"No one special, just my brothers... They stay here quite often, so these are their clothes. Don't snoop around in there. You can look at other places!"
Young Natalia physically turned him around by his shoulders, shoving him away from the clothing section with insistent pressure.
But Little man's mind had already latched onto the inconsistency.
"But those are all the same size!!!!"
The observation slipped out in his mind before he could stop it.
His body slumped as the implications settled over him with crushing weight. He forced himself to look around the rest of the room, hoping to find something, anything, that would contradict the conclusion forming in his mind.
Instead, he found only more evidence.
Everywhere he looked, traces of another person's presence marked Natalia's private space. Men's shoes tucked near the door. Different handwriting in notebooks scattered across her desk, mixed in with her own neat script. Men's accessories casually draped over her vanity, resting beside her own delicate jewellery as if they belonged there.
But the thing that truly shattered his heart sat on a small shelf near her bed.
A painting.
A beautiful, intimate little painting showing young Natalia and young Zack sitting together in a garden somewhere. They were engaged in animated conversation; their expressions filled with joy. The artist had captured something precious in that moment, something real and deep that made Little man's chest ache just looking at it.
The image burned itself into his memory with such intensity that he knew he'd never forget it...
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Back in the present moment, Little man sat hunched forward, his elbows resting heavily on his thighs while his eyes stared straight down at the floor without really seeing it.
"Why was I so fixated on her even though I knew perfectly well that she only had eyes for Zack?"
Thinking about past whenever he sees Natalia with Zack his blood always boils over and in response to that he takes one step ahead every time and do things which are questionable…
"But even after doing so many things....I never got ahead of him!!!!!…. I have done so much for her but why!!! WHY CAN"T SHE LOVE ME BACKKK!!!!!!! I HAD PLAN EVERYTHING …"
"GRRRR..TSK!!!... What can I do to get her back? I was so happy when I got to know that she was also like me... She and I, both…..Always wanted to do everything in our power to achieve our goal to uplift this city…. I was so happy that's why I…I… got close to her, but at last I still failed… Why?"
The question emerged quietly in his mind, addressed more to his past self than his present.
"I used her vulnerability during her lowest moments to try to win her affection. I manipulated situations, said things I knew would resonate with her pain, positioned myself as the only person who truly understood her struggles. And I even succeeded in getting close to her, in making her depend on me. But…"
Sigh…
"I was wrong. Natalia, I am sorry."
His fist clenched again, but this time the anger directed itself inward rather than outward. His nails dug into his palm until pain bloomed into it.
"I know what I have done is unforgivable. I know she'll probably never truly trust me again, and I've earned that distrust through my own selfish actions. But I don't want to end our relationship on such a sour note, with nothing but bitterness and betrayal between us. One last time I want to help her again!!! I am sure she will realize that my love is true for her, even though my action was questionable... I still love her and she did accept me!! I can do this! One last time I will show her that I love her a lot!!!"
"But why do you want to go that far? Isn't it just better to give up? You know you can't defeat him!" Suddenly a question arised inside Little man head
AGH!
"I don't want to!"
"Why??? She will not love you back and you know that!!!!... But still you have to jump from the cliff??? Just Why???"
Little man mind froze as he started thinking back his time spend with Natalia all these years. The good, the bad, the happy moments, the sad moments….. while remembering it he could only think of her beautiful face, her beautiful cute smile and also those moments where his heart beat raced a lot…
Siighhhh….
"Natalia, I don't know anymore…I…I… I still love you... I know I don't have any right to love you since I acted as jerk all these years but….. I want to help you even though Zack will kill me... I still want to show my love one last time!!!" Remembering about Zack power still brought shiver down his hands but he can't give up of Natalia
"GRRRR because of my own stupid action I can't even go back to our old relationship…TSK!!!... if it had come to this.... I have to take her away from that useless Zack!!... I will not let him ruin her life, she is destined for greatness and only I can give her that!!"
"Zack one last time!! I will make Natalia mine right in front of you!!! She will kiss me in front of you and accept me!!.... hhehe Zack no matter how much she loves you but there is still a soft spot for me inside her heart and I will claim that place for myself!"
Little man's eyes sharpened with sudden focus, determination crystallizing hard and unbreakable in his chest. He turned his gaze directly on his father, meeting those tired old eyes with newfound resolve.
"TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW!!!"
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"Old man, not going to sleep?"
Father Esjar's voice carried across the top of the border wall as he approached the familiar figure sitting at the edge. His flying board hummed softly beneath his feet as he dismounted, settling himself down beside Zack's Grandpa. Together they gazed up at the beautiful night sky spreading endlessly above them, stars glittering across the darkness in patterns that seemed almost close enough to touch.
"Little Esjar boy, how are the kiddos doing?"
Grandpa asked without turning his head, his legs crossed comfortably beneath him as he sat atop the ancient stones of the wall. His voice carried serious concern despite the casual posture.
"They will be fine… except for Sio…"
Father Esjar's voice faltered, emotion creeping in around the edges.
"She is heavily injured, and her condition has grown complicated in ways we didn't anticipate. It seems she awakened some kind of Power during the crisis, but she also suffered an overdose of that very same energy.....I asked Ariana about Sio past condition and she said Sio did suffered previously with overdose... But that means her body is incapable of holding too much Eirnet Energy inside, so why she awakened a Crown level power? And just after that she even got overdose?....What is happening with her…..sigghhh... Poor Sio.... I just hope she gets better soon"
He paused, his eyes lifting skyward as gratitude swelled in his chest.
"It was such a blessing that Zack was there to treat her immediately. His quick thinking and skill saved her life. Otherwise, we would have lost our little daughter to forces we barely understand. I thanked every god I could name for putting him in the right place at the right moment."
"Isn't Fia also showing signs of something similar?"
Grandpa glanced sideways, his sharp eyes catching the slight stiffening of Father Esjar's shoulders.
Sigh…
"Yes, it appears that way."
Father Esjar's voice dropped lower, weighted with conflicting emotions.
"It should be a happy occasion... Our children are displaying huge potential, showing abilities that could elevate them to heights we never reached ourselves. But…"
Another heavy sigh escaped his lungs.
"THEY WILL COME FOR THEM!!!"
Grandpa's voice suddenly cut through the night air with unexpected fierceness. His eyes, which had been calm and contemplative moments before, now glared at the horizon with burning anger. His whole body radiated protective fury at the mere thought of what might happen.
"Yes, they will."
Father Esjar's words came out sad, acceptance of an unwanted reality weighing down each word.
"Old man, what will happen if they take our children away from us?"
The question emerged barely louder than a whisper, as if speaking it too loudly might make it more real.
"Snatching kiddos away from their families is never a good thing, little Esjar boy."
Grandpa shook his head firmly, his jaw clenching tight. He didn't want to speak more on this subject, didn't want to paint pictures of possibilities that would haunt them both through sleepless nights.
"What can we do to prevent it?"
"Let's not worry ourselves sick about it just yet."
Grandpa's voice softened slightly, though steel still ran through it.
"Even if they want to take our children, it will be a long ordeal filled with negotiations and challenges. They won't simply swoop in and snatch them away overnight. Right now, I have someone else to deal with."
His eyes fixed on the horizon with intense focus, his entire being settling into a posture of watchful waiting. Whatever he anticipated approaching from that direction, he intended to be ready when it arrived.
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"We were so lucky."
A cute girl snuggled deeper into her partner's embrace, seeking comfort and warmth against the coolness of the night.
"The beasts didn't reach 3rd Rock. If they had, I honestly don't know what would have happened to any of us. The destruction would have been…"
She trailed off, not wanting to complete that terrible thought.
TSK!
"I actually would have enjoyed watching them come and destroy this stupid house."
Her boyfriend stared up at their crooked ceiling, tracing the cracks and water stains with bitter eyes.
"That landlord's face would have been priceless to see. If those beast damaged this house then he would have finally gets a taste of real consequences instead of profiting off our misery month after month."
"Hey, don't talk that way!"
The girlfriend twisted in his arms to look up at his face, her expression shifting to more hopeful.
"Don't worry so much about this house. Didn't I tell you? I gave them a letter detailing everything wrong here. I handed it directly to one of the Queen's guards during the meeting. I'm sure everything will work out fine now. They'll have to do something about these conditions."
Her smile bloomed sweet and optimistic across her features.
"A simple complaint from people as insignificant as us will never reach their eyes….And it's not like we have complaint about this the first time"
The boyfriend's voice carried harsh realism, years of disappointment coloring his tone.
"Forget about that letter. I'll focus on getting a better job placement in this so-called new Effort System everyone keeps talking about. Once I secure something better, I'll earn enough to get us out of this dump. Then I'll kick that landlord bastard right in his filthy ass on our way out the door!"
His voice rose with frustrated determination.
"Hehe! Yes, yes! Let's both do our best!"
The girlfriend placed her hand gently over his mouth, physically stopping him from continuing his rant. Her eyes sparkled with affection despite their difficult circumstances, finding hope where he saw only obstacles.
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"And here I thought everything was finally going to change for the better."
A young woman's voice drifted through the temporary huge tent that housed dozens of displaced girls. She lay on her back, staring up at the canvas ceiling that rippled gently in the night breeze.
"Those Queen's guards did promise we'd get new job assignments and compensation though."
A second girl spoke up from somewhere nearby in the darkness, her voice cautiously optimistic.
"Hmmm, I really hope we actually receive what they promised."
The first girl sighed deeply, the sound heavy with worry.
"Otherwise, our lives are completely doomed! We complained about our own House Master, testified against him, helped put him in jail. And now we're jobless with no income and enemies in high places. If those promises turn out to be empty words…"
She shook her head against her makeshift pillow.
"We did good though, right?"
The question came out uncertain, seeking validation.
"Yes, we absolutely did good! Hehe!"
The two former kitchen maids giggled together, the sound of their giggling was very happy despite their current circumstances. They lay among many other girls in the tent, all of them sleeping on the hard rock surface that served as their temporary floor. But their spirits remained unbroken, hope still alive in their hearts that tomorrow would bring the better future they'd been promised.
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"Oye! Isafold husband! How is your Rock looking?"
Mother Julia's voice rang out across the night sky as she floated beneath the stars. She wore tight shorts and a supportive bra top, with a practical cap completing her outfit. Her strong, muscular figure radiated protective competence, giving a sense of security to the many people still working below in the darkness.
"Everything has been settled and secured."
One of Mother Isafold's husbands responded slowly, his voice a little tired from all the hectic chaos he had to manage. He floated beside her on his flying board, both of them hovering high above the ground while overlooking the massive Rocks stretched across the horizon from their vantage point atop 3rd Rock.
"Also, Julia, you can call me by my actual name, you know."
"YOU HAVE A NAME?!!!!"
Mother Julia's response came with truthful surprise.
"YES, I HAVE A NAME!!!!"
"Hmmm, but you are Isafold Husband."
"Yes, I am!"
"THEN YOU ARE ISAFOLD HUSBAND!!!!!"
"Agh! Whatever!"
He gave up trying to convince her, frustration and resignation mixing in equal measure.
"What about the creatures? The beasts that attacked?"
"They've been relocated outside the borders for now. We're keeping them contained and monitored."
"It's weird, right? This whole situation."
"Yes, extremely weird. Many lives were lost tonight, but we managed to avoid the worst possible scenario. Things could have been catastrophically worse."
"Lives were lost…"
Sighhh…
Both of them released heavy sighs simultaneously, the weight of grief settling over their shoulders. Together they turned toward the distant First Rock at the extreme end of the city, their bodies bowing deeply in a gesture of profound respect. Their sorrow flowed out toward those who had fallen, carrying their apologies and their regret for lives that could not be saved.
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"KKYAAA!! YOU HAVE DONE IT!!! HEHEHEH!!"
Pure joy erupted through the crowded room as multiple women converged on a single struggling figure at the center of their celebration.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THEIR FILTHY FACES WHEN THE QUEEN'S GUARDS DRAGGED THEM AWAY!! I WAS SO HAPPY THAT I STARTED CLAPPING RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!! HAHAHHA!! YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST!! THOSE DISGUSTING BOSSES DESERVED EVERYTHING THEY GOT!!"
The women piled onto each other in their excitement, hands grabbing and hugging without mercy.
TAAP TAAAP!
"Hey! Leave me alone first! I can barely breathe!"
Office woman barely survived the enthusiastic onslaught of happy women crushing her from all sides. When they finally released her, she collapsed onto the bed tiredly, though her radiant smile refused to fade from her face.
"You people have no idea how much I was trembling in that moment. In a single day, I saw every top figure in our city up close. I spoke directly with Master Zack himself!!!! My whole body is still shivering just thinking about that wild ride."
The memory made her shake all over again.
"Heheh! Isn't that amazing though!! You must be thrilled about meeting all those important people! And you brought real justice to us girls! You stood up when none of us had the courage!"
Every girl in the room found somewhere to settle, some sitting on the floor with their legs crossed, others claiming chairs, a few perched on the bed's edge. Their lives had been absolute hell under those corrupt bosses, enduring harassment and abuse that had seemed inescapable. But those men were gone now, dragged away in disgrace. The future stretched before these women bright with possibility, and they couldn't stop talking about what tomorrow might bring.
"Thank you all for pushing me forward at exactly the right moment."
Office woman started to express her gratitude, but the other women cut her off with laughter.
Shewwwsss!
"We are all together in this fight! This is OUR victory, not just yours!"
The girls laughed among themselves, speculation flying about what punishments their former bosses would receive or how dramatically their working environment would transform under new management.
"Hey, by the way, you actually spoke with Master Zack, right? How was he?"
One woman leaned forward with curiosity burning in her eyes.
"From far away, he looked rather… what's the right word… he looked simple, I suppose? Ordinary in appearance. Who exactly is he really?"
Office woman shivered visibly at the question, memories of her interaction with Zack flooding back with uncomfortable intensity.
"Yes, he appears so simple and unassuming that it becomes genuinely terrifying once you realize what that simplicity contains. But make absolutely no mistake about this, he is the real deal!."
She shook her head slowly, still processing her experience.
WHISTLE WHISTLE!
"Looks like our perfect office girl has developed herself a crush on someone important! Hehe!"
The other girls immediately pounced on this opportunity to tease her mercilessly.
"Don't say such dangerous things! Do you want to get me killed or what?!"
Office woman's hands flew up in alarm, fear flickering across her features before she composed herself.
"Even though he is an exceptional man in every way, I don't deserve someone of such elevated stature. And well, there's also the matter of my age… Ahm! Master Zack is quite young compared to me."
She scratched at her face in embarrassment, feeling heat rising in her cheeks.
"Hehe! If you were young hot babe again, you would absolutely pounce on him without hesitation! Don't even try to deny it! Heheh!"
"I AM STILL HOT YOUNG BABE NOW!!!"
HAHAHAHHAH
LET'S FORGET EVERYTHING AND HAVE A PARRTTTYYYYYY!!!!
WHERE ARE THE BOTTTLESSS!!!
YEAAHHHHH BITTCHEESSS WE ARE FREEE!!!!
FUCKKK YEAAHHHH!!!!
TONIGHT WE WILL DIE FROM DRINKING!!!
GEEZZZ GIRLSS!!
Everyone mood was top of the world, as their dormitory room filled with happy laughter from beautiful working women and their happy, radiant smiles. For the first time in longer than any of them could remember, hope felt real instead of foolish….Hope for a better future….Hope for a life where they don't have to look at their surroundings while working…..Hope for a fulfilling life…..
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Author Blabbering
So fellow readers.........Good night!
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