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6. TO FIND WHAT MIGHT BE RIGHT

She burned my condominium.

Although not literally but my place is covered with smoke. I hurriedly place the box down beside the sofa and headed in the kitchen. I found her holding a non-stick spatula, wearing a yellow gingham apron over her clothes, coughing even if she covers her nose. I quickly took the small fire extinguisher from the cabinet below the sink and extinguishes the smoke.

After the smoke dissipates I found the burned food covered in a black layer spotted with the foam  I just used.

I pinch the bridge from my nose and gave her a stare. “Why did you cook it?”

“I-it’s for dinner. I didn’t mean to burn it.” She took a few steps back with her head tucked low, her body is shaking madly.

I try to control my temper, breathing in and out and glare at her again. “Have you ever cooked before?”

She nods while her body shakes.

“Then how come you’ve burned a fish?” I gesture at the burned fish.

“I-I’m sorry I-I-I’m sorry I-I-I’m s-so sorry.” She stammers backing away a little while her body still shakes.

Still trying to control my temper, I look everywhere and notice that somehow the smoke seem to disappear. Gus must have open the window. I curl my hands into fists and was about to talk to her again when my phone vibrates.

“Seven.” I sternly say.

“Oh, Stern Seven, any problem baby?” Ms. Red Lady says dropping her voice low.

“Just. Hired a housekeeper last night and I never knew she doesn’t know any housekeeping shits.” I say not even realizing that my eyes had landed on her taking off the apron.

I’ve never seen that skirt before… did she just bought it?

“By the way, honey. My daughter just visited your condo a couple of hours ago and seems to have found your housekeeper. She says the one you hired is so innocent. Why not give her a taste.”

I took a big sigh and roll my eyes. “You know I hate affairs.”

“My daughter just told me that you got mad because she just rolled her eyes?”

And her rolling eyes kept me alive again. I don’t know for me but, when a girl rolls her eyes at me I could get violent.  Just as when Ms. Red Lady had rolled her eyes at me a few months ago, and I made her pussy bleed

No one fucked her for a month.

“Thank you for the wonderful idea.” I grin while looking at her bending down and showing off her innocence right in front of me.

“With all my pleasure, dear. I could’ve rolled my eyes at you instead and I’ll be so happy.”

“Too tired. You know how lazy I’ am.” I pause, I placed my phone in my chest and talked to the girl. “Hey, clean your mess up.”

Her body shakes but nods anyway.

“When will I ever feel yours, baby?”

“I ain’t never sticking it out to anyone, dear.”

I may be a toy for her but never in my whole life have I ever stuck mine with a woman before. Not that I’m gay or anything, I’m seriously turned on right now but sadly I still need to wait for some hours to taste her. The only thing Ms. Red Lady has ever done with me is blowjob. And I either stuck my fingers on her, or a dildo or another toy to keep her sanity.

She sighs long enough to be a moaning sex. “Oh, my daughter just gave her her clothes and went out of your hotel  in a bikini.” She giggles.

“Huh. I noticed.” Eyeing her again, she has smooth legs…

“Anyway, Gus texted me that you two are almost there finding out who the lost daughter is. I hope you find her soon.”

“We’re on it.” I say.

“Fuck her hard, baby.” She cheers.

“With all my efforts.”

And I ended the call.

“Is she calling?” Gus asked as he appeared beside me.

I nod but my eyes can’t stop look at her legs.

“Did she told you to punish her?” Gus whispered.

I look at her if she would turn her head or stop working. “Yes. She did.”

“Will you do it?”

“She’s too young.”

Gus looks at the girl then pulls me outside of my condo unit and walked for right to the end of the hallway.

“But that doesn’t mean you try to stop yourself.”

“She’s too young.”

“Please.” Gus rolls his eyes. “I’ve known you for like 5 years now, Seven. And I know you’re tempted, I just saw you looking at her ass.”

“I wasn’t looking for her ass.”

“You were looking at her fuck-able legs.”

I smile.

“See? You are tempted.”

“But that doesn’t mean I have to do it.”

“Dude, she just rolled your eyes at you. Would you leave that thing behind?”

Honestly, for the whole day, the only thing that’s running in my mind is her rolling her eyes at me like a broken cd. Oh, the things I could do to her. The imagination is endless.

Gus pats my back hard with a wide grin on his face. “That’s my boy.”

Gus bought our dinner tonight. And since we’re not the only one eating, we have to slightly double up the grocery. And I’m left with the girl.  I’m in the living room with the boxes trying to arrange them chronologically. Until I found her’s, she has a dry brown hair that seemed to be long for the ID picture to fit so assumingly her hair must have reached at her upper torso, her emerald green eyes seems familiar, like I’ve seen that kind of eyes before, a beautiful rounded nose, her lips were sort of pale but soft. I realize that I’ve never looked at her like this before; maybe it’s just I don’t like looking at people for that long.

“Seven, open up.” Gus calls.

I place her files back at the box and open the door.

Gus shows up in my door holding some on-the-go food brought in a convenience store. “Dinner.”

We ate our dinner and the girl is washing the dishes. I took a nice warm bath before decoding that shit. And went inside my room. I just took some loosed pants and a v-neck shirt, and I’m fine. As I open the door, her figure stood before me, surprised as I might be. From my mind, I try to compare her looks from then and now.

Her hair is red brown when directed in the light, shiny curls framed her small face, giving an edge with her bangs. She have small freckles at her upper cheeks, small parted lips puckered at her lower lip, a rosy tint that somehow amazes me.

“Hey Seven, took you so long.” Gus calls.

Everything was just fine, it is. And Gus is the kill joy. The girl stunned and seems to be aloof like a retarded girl. I move pass her and walk towards her like nothing happen.

“Why? Did you find anything?” I ask as I sat beside him.

“Everything’s fine…” His voice falters.

“Right.” I roll my eyes and took the papers he’s holding.

It’s Crissy Anabelle Rodriguez’ profile.

“What’s wrong with her papers?” I say while reading her profile.

“She’s the student council president.”

“So?”

“Sooo… why didn’t the president approached her the moment the president visited their school for their senior year?”

I looked at her papers, the old school newspaper clip with her other documents. It’s true, the president didn’t approach her back then. It was a different girl.

“Who do you think it might be?”

Gus rummages through the box and took a thin profile of a girl named: Angela Thompson.

He gave me her documents, groans and leans back at the sofa, somewhat tired.

“This girl?” I ask raising an eyebrow. The girl doesn’t seem to be significant. The girl looks…

Plain…

I turn my laptop on and search for Mr. Jack Mc’Brinewood’s pictures. I placed Angela Thompson’s prof-ile beside the laptop and compare her picture with his’. I knew instantly that they weren’t related, just one look from their eyes makes the difference. Mr. Mc’Brinewood’s eyes is green, her’s is hazel. The girl has a straight nose pointed up quite the opposite of Mr. Mc’Brinewood’s. The shape of her face is oval not square.

I took her documents and threw it at an emptied box.

“What’s wrong?” Gus asks who seems to have woken up with the light  thud of the paper from the box.

“She’s not the right girl.” I say as I took the pile of box filled with all of the girls documents. I took all the documents of the batch who comes first before their batch and threw them all away.

“Hey. Why are you throwing them away?”

“He never visit in the events of the school from the batch before the last batch who graduated. He becomes more active in the last batch.”

“How do you say so?”

I took a big sigh and took random documents in the throw away box and place them in his lap making him jump. “Read their documents.”

Gus did what he was told and read them.

“You’re right. The only event he visited in their batch is their graduation.”

“Obviously, because he’s a benefactor of the school.”

“Then why would he be so active in the last batch?”

“Obviously because his daughter is in their batch.” I say sarcastically.

“Then he already knew who his daughter is?”

I took a moment of silence to think of it. It might also be right. Since the only batch he visited was the last batch to graduate. Then, whoever might this girl be knew there was something wrong the moment she enters the orphanage. I search for the president’s bibliography and read them all.

And this might be the end of my search.

[Fiction] VI
Hi!
So here's [Fiction] VI
okay..... I think my Seven is falling for the girl *looks away dramatically*
I hope Seven will be okay (my boy's growing so fast) *cries*
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5. WHERE THE TREASURE IS SEEN

>Gaitlin High’s Accounting Office<

“I’m counting that this mission is a failure.” Gus says adjusting his tie.

“Since when did my plans go to failure?” I raise him an eyebrow.

“Woah. Easy tiger, you’ve been hot-headed since you got out of the shower. Any plumbing problem?”

“No plumbing. That girl I took in, she just rolled her eyes at me.” I say while buttoning my suit.

“Seven, are you really serious?”

“Since when did I joke?”

“She’s a girl. Eighteen years old, not a college student, innocent; And you’re going to abuse her?” He says as he counts them in his fingers.

“I don’t abuse minor kids.” I say as I got out of the car.

Trying to get rid of that rolling eyes bit at my mind—I might kill her after this mission.

I walked up at the back of the car and open the trunk, I took the suitcase and opened the gun holder at the edge of the car. Ms. Red Lady owns dozens of this, from close-range to long-range are here—all  complete in this long silver rectangular case. I took a small gun, and placed it at the hidden pocket in my suit.

“You’ve got a gun?” Gus asks suddenly behind my back.

“You need one too.” I say giving out the same model I just placed in my suit.

“I never leave home without one.” He grins.

I stared at him as if he’s insane. How could he even enter my condo without being detected that he always had one at his pocket?

“Why aren’t you in jail now?”

“Because this gigolo have skills.” He pats my shoulder and left.

>Acounting Office<

“This is Detective Lives and my partner Walters.” I say as I revealed my detective I.D.

“How may I help you two gentlemen?” A sweet old lady asked, she has this curly gray hair clipped with a pink ribbon at the side, overdone cheek make-up—whatever they call it, and a really pink lips. Acting young but dying fast.

“We are here to look for the last two batches’ profiles. Can we look?”

“What is it for?”

“We are investigating Mr. Jack Mc’Brinewood’s case.”

The old lady’s eyes lit up. “Oh, of course. Right this way.” The woman stood up from her seat and went to a door where we could be inside And not talking behind these glass.

I walked up at the back finding a sliver of an open door, the old lady opened the door wide enough for us to see her, nods and gestures for us inside.

We were led to another room, this time the area was dark, the old lady was grasping something in the air until we heard a ‘click’ sound, yellow lights filled every aisle of old archive profiles. The dust fogs the floor and roams around my eyes. Every student’s profile were here from the day the school was built up until now.

“Of course, we still have their back-up profile at this machine, just outside here.” The old lady says going farther down to the left aisle.

“We need the original copies.” I say.

The old lady paused to turn with her lined eye brow arched up. “Excuse me?”

“We need the originals, ma’am.” Gus repeated.

“We don’t give out original copies. It is the school’s property.”

“Then can we just xerox them?”

“Fine by me.” She says and turn walking by the last aisle. “These files have extended up to the last five years.”

“Are the orphaned students files were separated with the regular students?” I ask.

The old lady looked up and blinked at me. “Of course. It’s by the edge. Now if you need me you know where I will be find.” She says and left.

“Seven look.” Gus says pointing to the thick bounded orphaned file. “That must be her.”

I stoop down and took the student’s profile. And I wouldn’t expect to find her here.

“Hey. It’s that girl.” Gus says peeking.

The papers here are the documents she held. The orphaned document from where she once lived, Student’s profile, Clinic profile, behavioral profile, a copy of her report cards and other papers that consists of the contests from in and out of the school she’d competed.

“Well, she seems busy in high school.”

“Get all the files of these girls.” I say taking a teared down paper with the orphan’s names.

He nods once and took the student’s profiles.

Her name is Diana Alice Weidersehen, was adopted by the age of 17 by a German guy and his American wife. The copy of the adoption papers were here too. There was also this old newspaper where the front page is the President almost shaking her hands.

I look down and found another file almost as thick as this girl.

“Gus, Can you give me that one?” I pointed at the lowest shelf.

Crissy Anabelle Rodriguez

The first orphaned president.

“These are everyone…” Gus says as he stands, he points his finger down  to a piled documents beside him.

“Great, now we just have to xerox them.”

After for how many hours sitting down beside the xerox machine with a trash filled paper jams and a half filled bottle of ink, we are done.

“Man I couldn’t get over with that girl.” Gus smiles like a killer while carrying a box filled with documents.

“Stop being pedophilic again.” I say as I place the box at the back seat.

“I’ am not.” Gus laughs. “The girl is just too hooked up on me.”

“And you just let yourself in.” I rolled my eyes.

“Hey. The baby likes to be fed.” Gus says lighting up the cigarette stick.

“Will you ever stop smoking?” I raise him an eyebrow.

“Will you ever stop being so cold to every girl you’ve met?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Never.” I say as I enter inside the car.

“Oh, you might never know, you’ll fall for that maid of yours.” Gus grins.

“Like that would ever happen.” I say as I rolled my eyes.

“Hey, as they say, love is blind.”

“Better yet I could make your eyes stop working.”

“Tsk. Fine.” Gus grumbles as he drove away from this choking school.

[Fiction] V
So here's the new chapter (claps)
:rose: Helpful Note: The girl that Gus was talking about was a different girl who just passes by the Accounting Office of the school, not the old lady (My Gus has his standards...)
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4. AND SEARCH THE WORLDS

>The Place<

“Please me.” Ms. Red Lady said seductively.

Gus told her what had happened today. We’d agreed that since I pleased her last night, it might be best if it’s Gus’ turn to please her. And I’am just too happy to obliged.

Ms. Red Lady smiles at him.

It was unusual for us to see Ms. Red Lady on her love seat. It was honestly unusual for us to talk to her in her room, the room is painted white but once the night falls, she would always turn the red lights on for that sensual feel.

“Aha… trying to pretend that you’re helping them?” She says drinking in her wine. “What good will it do to you? Aside from knowing who that girl is?”

“We could immediately kill the lost daughter. We could also burn down the Mc’Brinewood corporation along with the employees.” I say straight-forwardly.

Ms. Red Lady smiled and stare at me seductively.

“May I just remind you that don’t get too close to them. And if you knew this girl—no hesitations, do I make myself clear?”

Gus and I nod at the same time.

“And Gussy.” She says letting her red bath robe fall from her shoulder. “Let’s talk business.”

I saw Gus’ adam’s apple bobs up and down and took a step forward. I back away from Gus’ aggressiveness with the Ms. Red Lady. I placed my closed fist in my chest, bowed and left.

I took a taxi on my way to my hotel. It is a busy day, and I haven’t had any lunch to eat—and it’s already dinner. I paid the driver and went inside the hotel. Taking the elevator again. Once the elevator opens, a couple is intertwined together, making out in the fucking elevator.

For goddamn sake, why would anyone make out in the elevator?

I just rolled my eyes at them and just left, taking the fucking stairs instead.

When I got to my floor, I found this girl completely covered up in weird clothes, gray beanie hat, red plaid scarf, a statement shirt, denim jacket, long flowing skirt and sneakers. In between her arms is an easel, a half-painted canvas, a black sketch pad, on her other hand is her palettes, brushes and her set of color.

The girl gave me a sheepish look and immediately enter her room, while I pass through her room, I hear her locking the door up.

I chuckled at how the way she acted like she’d known I killed dozens of people before.

I enter inside my room and headed immediately for the shower.

I took some scratch papers. The one Gus uses whenever we have to plan out a break in. I scribbled down some important notes. Like the A, the locations that Gus wanted me to memorize, the important rooms needed to search for.

Having a epiphany, I stood from my sofa and took my laptop out. Turning the power on and all, I searched for Google the school: Gaitlin High. I clicked the school’s website, searching the student’s name.

If she’s approximately 20 to 21, she must be already an alumni of this school. I searched the school’s last batch to graduate, and the batch before that. And I found the pdfs of the name of students. I searched for each and everyone of the student that has the letter A as their first letter of their name. Then something happened, I looked back at the website and saw one of the home tabs has the named Orphaned Students, I clicked it open and found that there at approximately fifty orphaned kids enrolled for every batch. I took the last 2 batches of orphaned kids to graduate.

A young woman’s scream bellowed the hallway. I looked at the time, it was 11:32 pm. The young woman kept screaming, screaming for help.

One of my neighbor shouted for her to silence.

But the young woman kept screaming.

Then goes a slap.

I may not care for what’s happening for the young woman, but disrespecting a girl is not in my dictionary. I stood and place my laptop in my sofa. And left my condo unit. As I peered outside, an old man is pinning down the girl I saw a few hours before.

The old man held the girl’s both hands, trying to kiss her.

Rage welled up into me. I charged right into the old man punching it’s drunken face. The old man back up, wiping the blood running down the side of its mouth.

“Who the fuck are you?” The drunken old man say groggily.

“Just your neighbor, a few units away.”

“You must be this girl’s boyfriend huh?” The old man grins.

“Never in my whole fucking life have I ever loved someone.”

The old man gave out a loud guffaw. “Ah, trying to be a hero, eh?”

“No. I just hate men who disrespects a girl. No, not hate. I despise them.

And I charged again. Punching him in the gut then holding his head, I knocked him off using my knee. Putting his head down and he fell unconsciously.

I looked at the girl who sat down at the floor looking bewildered at the unconscious man, then looked up at me as if expecting me to knock her off too. “Don’t worry, the old man’s not dead.” I say lending her a hand.

She held out her nervous hand and I help her stood up.

“Do you live with him?”

She shook her head.

“But you live here?”

She shook her head again.

“Then why the fuck are you there in the first place.” I could feel heat welling up inside of me.

The girl looks hurt with the words but at least she answered. “I-I’m working, h-he called me because h-he wanted to h-have a portrait of h-him b-before h-he d-dies.”

“I’d kill him if this weren’t a public place.” I mutter.

The girl looks up at me her green eyes wide open.

I took a big sigh. “Get your things in the room and I’ll let you sleep over my place tonight.”

The girl shook her head quickly.

“Do you have a place?”

The girl looks down and shook her head.

“I’m not a rapist or a necrophiliac person. Besides, I’ve got some work to do.”

The girl nervously enter the room again and took her stuffs. When she got out, I took her easel and her stacks of black sketch pads and we walked towards my room.

“Feel free at home.” I say as she enter inside. “You could use my bedroom. I don’t usually use it.” I say entering my bedroom and place her easel and her sketch pads down.

“Y-you’re not going to sleep?” She asks sitting by the edge of the bed.

“I’ve got work to do.” I say coldly. And went outside the room, I went back at my sofa and took my laptop. I looked at the telephone at the small shelve beside the sofa. I took it out and report to this hotel’s crew what had happened.

“Please, don’t question me anymore after getting the old man, I have perfectly explained it clearly what had happened. Though if you want to take the girl, I won’t obliged. But I assure you that the girl’s fine with me.” And I dropped the telephone down.

I looked at the graduated names.

There were at least a dozen orphaned students that have a letter A as its first letter of their name for every batch. 5 for girls and 7 boys for the first batch and 8 girls and 4 boys for the last batch. I took the address of the school and wrote it in some ripped paper.

I pulled out some new scratches and wrote down the names:

FIRST BATCH

GIRLS

Crissy Annabelle Rodriguez

Audrey Prine

Alyssa Greene

Marie Anthonette Wilson

Angelique Thomas


SECOND BATCH

GIRLS

Annalyn Devin Jackson

Diana Alice Weidersehen

Ashley Jensen

Angela Thompson

Alexandra Dove

Andrea Nicole Garcia

Anabeth Steele

Arriana Stone

The door bell rang, once I laid my eyes away from my work, I suddenly felt a heavy weigh in my eyes, my body wants to lie down somewhere comfy—like the sofa. The door bell rang again and I stood up from my seat and open the door.

“What’s up?” Gus’ smiled but his smile turned into a torn face, trying to consider whether he would wince or just try to be disgusted. “Been up all night?”

“Yeah.” I say opening the door wide enough for him to went inside and I headed for the sofa again.

“What have you been doing?” Gus asks pulling his scarf out.

“Searching the lost daughter.” I say giving him the paper with the girls’ names.

He took it and studies them, squinting his eyes for a bit. “But they’re in college now. How could we supposedly track where they reside now?”

I raised him an eyebrow. “Ever gotten in High School yet? Of course the school will have their files where they entered college or where they actually are. And since the the batch wasn’t far back they must still have their files or either way, they’ll have the files in their computer.”

Gus gave out a wide smile. “Good thinking, man.” He says as he lends out his fist.

I returned his fist.

“Excuse me, sir. Where could I find the bathroom?” The weird clothed girl say.

I turn my head around, finding her brown hair all fizzed up. Her scarf, denim jacket and her long flowing skirt was gone. She was now wearing a pair of loosed pants and her statement shirt. She have that thick gothish bracelet in her arm.

“Right in front of you.” I say turning around again at the school’s website.

“Oh.” She let out silently and mutters her thank you.

“What the fuck, man. Who is that girl?” Gus hisses.

I told him the whole story.

“Shit.” He breathed. “If Ms. Red Lady sees her, oh man, you’re so dead.”

“Don’t worry I have a plan.” I grinned.

The weird clothed girl went out of the bathroom. I stood up and followed her in my bedroom. Before I could swiveled my heel, Gus took my arm and whispered something. “You better make your plan excusable.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it all covered.”

I knock from the open door and peered inside.

The dim light was lit giving that sensuous feeling; now the bed’s tempting me. Her easel stands by the corner to my bed with her black sketchpad open to a semi-realistic art of a man’s face. The eye’s of the man looks calm and warm, as if trying to melt out some purely innocent woman’s heart. It’s lips slightly parted as if paused to talk.

“Where would you go this morning?”

“Nowhere.”

“Do you have a place to stay?”

She tucks her head down. “I’m 18 that’s why my parents left me anywhere without a house.”

“That seems odd. Parents are supposed to buy you some apartment and know you’re safe.” I leaned in by the jamb.

She took her denim jacket and wore it. “I’m adopted.”

“Aha, forced to adopt you or volunteered to adopt you?” I raise an eyebrow.

She stood in front of the easel and took her sketchpad. “Sir, that’s below the belt.”

“Then what better way will you ever want me to know you?” I shrug.

“I don’t want you to know me.” She says unfolding her easel and face me, her fierce green eyes was like reading me right through my soul.

“Do you go to college?” I ask her while she collects her things.

“It’s none of your business, Sir.” She says standing at in front of me.

“How so?”

“Thank you for the comfortable bed you let me sleep into but I have to go.” She says trying to pass through but my shoulders are too wide for her.

“I won’t let you out unless you tell me.” I say giving back her intense glare at me earlier.

She placed back her things atop my drawer and crossed her arms. “Then I won’t go out. I’ll stay here for as long as you want.”

I smile. “Great. Now you can work.”

The girl blinked. “What?”

“You said you’ll stay here for as long as I want. That’s what I wanted to hear from you.”

“What? Why?” She paused for a moment then say: “Wait, don’t tell me—”

“You are going to work for me.” I grin.

Her face flustered.

“Now. Your first job, clean up the mess in the living room. I’ll just take a shower.” I say taking my towel. “My friend, Gus.” At the background Gus called out his ‘Hi’ “Is here to look out for you. Clear?”

“Blurred.” Her face crumples. “I didn’t—”

“Great. Your first payment will be given to you by Friday.”

She rolled her eyes.

SHE JUST ROLLED HER EYES AT ME.

Not a single woman whom I know would roll her eyes at me. They know I will disrespect them and would not treat them like a woman but a man. My imbecile subordinates, know how I do it.

I took a deep breath and closed my fist. “Since you’re just new and you don’t know me at all, may I just remind you that rolling your eyes at me will deduce your salary.” I fake a smile and head for the shower.

[Fiction] IV
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So here's [Fiction] IV!
you might be seeing Gus so aggressive with Ms. Red Lady but yeah, part of being a gigolo...
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3. WHERE THE LOST REMAINS UNFOUND

>Golden Café and Resto Bar<

“Where do you think we would start?”

“Think like a parent, if you’re in the president’s situation, where could you possibly find your lost daughter?”

Gus scoffs. “Obviously the Orphanage”

I took a piece of tissue from its holder and took a pen out, I wrote all the locations Gus memorizes me. “From all of these locations, only these two are the places we need to look for her.” I say encircling the 123 Duckling St. and the Gaitlin High.

Gus twitches his eyes for not understanding. “This street is the only street where we could find an orphanage in this city. And second, Gaitlin High is the only school where they accept orphaned kids who wants to study. So it would probably mean that the President already knew this kid but haven’t taken her yet because we killed him.”

Gus snaps his finger as if having an idea. “Speaking of which, I found adoption papers by the study table, they were the only papers out before I rummage at the drawers.”

“Are there anything written there?”

Gus frowned. “Unfortunately, there is only a single letter.”

“And the letter is?”

“A”

Hmmm… A… roughly at the age of 14 to 19, could possibly be found in an orphanage house. And if she is lost then, they must have the kid’s birth certificate.

I stood up too quickly that my chair screeched, giving a lot of attention to me, I looked at the people then sat back down. “We have to get back to the house.”

Gus frowns. “Great idea, when every one of the crew members of that fucked up corporation is in that house for the investigation.” He hisses at me.

Which reminds me… “Have you ever thrown that detective ID?” I say grinning at him.

>President’s House<

“About time!” The old man with an oily bald spot exasperated his arms as he approaches us.

“Sorry for the delay.” I tilt my hat down.

“Dr. Wheisson.” The old man extended his arms.

“Lives,” I extended my arms and shook his. “Detective Lives, and this is my partner, Walters.” I gestured to Gus.

“Please to meet you, Walters.” Dr. Wheisson extended his arms.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Gus shook his hand.

“Now, what seems to be the problem here?” I ask.

“We would like you to investigate, who could possibly be the one who killed our president, and I need you to find some documents of a certain girl.”

I glance at Gus for a moment but drifted away.

“A girl?”

“Not their little girl, this girl is quite older than her.”

“Right. How old?”

“Possibly 20 to 21.”

“Do you know the name?”

Dr. Wheisson opened his mouth to say something but his brows suddenly knits together as if trying to remember the name. The doctor shook his head in dismay. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember the name, but if you could rummage through the papers and the vaults, possibly you could find this girl easily.”

I nod trying to let him know that I’m on their side.

“Wait, did you just say vaults?”

 “The president told me that he hides his important documents in the vaults.”

“Do you happen to know the password?”

“It’s the name of their daughter.”

“Which daughter?”

Dr. Wheisson shook his head. “That I don’t know.”

“Dr. Wheisson, we need you here!” One of his coworkers say at the second floor waving his arms.

“Anyway, the information is enough. I’d better go. Just call out my name if you found some things.” He say and left.

“Fuck.” I curse. “Do you remember the little girl’s name?”

“I believe it’s Lilian.”

I took a heavy sigh. “Alright. Let’s find the fucking vaults.”

We have to ask some crewmembers if they ever found any vaults but they don’t know where it is. We’ve been looking for Dr. Wheisson as well but we couldn’t find him. We stood at the same place where we killed the president and it’s wife, the outlined of their body’s position is outlined with a chalk.

“Where do rich people hide their most precious treasures?”

Gus shrugs. “I’m not that rich, Sev.”

“Then where do you think Ms. Red Lady hides her precious treasures?”

“In her room? Basement? Attic? Or the Backyard?”

A hand touched my shoulder, making me instinctively held my gun under my jacket and turn my head.

It was only Dr. Wheisson.

“Find any clues?”

“Do you happen to know where the vaults might be hidden?”

“It might be in some of their rooms.”

We were given a xerox copy of the architect’s drawing of the President’s house. We lay them before the sala at the dining area, took a pencil from my jacket and encircle each of the bedrooms, the master’s bedroom, their daughter’s bedrooms, two guest rooms and three bedrooms at the ground floor for the maids and the chef’s. I cross out the three bedrooms at the ground floor.

“These three bedrooms doesn’t have any significance to the president since they just work for him and he’s taking them for granted.” I pointed each of the family’s bedrooms. “These makes a great significance to the president.”

Gus pointed out to the two guest’s bedrooms. “How about these two. Surely they rarely have guest’s here who would stay overnight. If there is, one must be occupied while the other is not, one is mostly used while the other wasn’t never used at all.”

I pointed my pencil to the lost daughter’s bedroom. “This was never used by anyone aside from the lost daughter for what? 20 to 21 years? Hypothetically speaking. If so, the family is the only one who can access the lost daughter’s bedroom, say that you lost your mother, would you let others look into her bedroom? Even if they still had asked you a permission?”

Gus frowned. “Of course not. Unless, she died there with an unexplainable scenes.”

“Exactly. And because, the girl is just lost then only the family members are able to enter the room. They don’t want others to know what happened.”

“How would you know they don’t want others to know?”

“Because, if you could recall, the headlines for the news papers were ‘the lost daughter’ or whatnot, but the article never states what’s the story behind the disappearance of their daughter.”

“Alright. So we check the lost daughter’s room.” Gus says.

“We could also check the unused guest bedroom.”

We nod at once and went to look for Dr. Wheisson. We found him at the backyard were they have that metal detector thing, finding for some treasure, I guess.

Dr. Wheisson found us and he smiles, revealing wrinkles and creases in his face. “Anything I could do for you, detectives?”

“Are every rooms in this house open?” I ask.

Dr. Wheisson frowned. “Unfortunately, no.”

“Then, is there a master’s key in this house?”

“Of course.” He says and took something out from his lab coat. “Here” He says giving me the key with a silver sort of stick as a key chain.

I took it from his hands and thanked him before we left.

“You seem too nice today.” Gus mutters.

“Just to show of those imbeciles.”

We went upstairs. Finding the master’s bedroom and Lilian’s were open. I turn to find, little Lilian’s body was gone but her blood stained the pillow, her blanket and her bed sheet.

“Make me go to sleep, mister.” She murmurs. “I want to see my parents.”

My mind couldn’t seem to get rid of Lilian’s last words. It was as if she already knew that her parents died and just played innocent.

Just next to Lilian’s bedroom is her older sister’s bedroom. We stood there for a while, and use the key and turn. Slowly, I open the door, finding her room with too much light. The sun soaked the pink room with soft light, lights that could warm up your body. And I was right, the lost daughter is lost. There is still that faint smell of baby powder after all these years. Her bed untouched, no creases or whatnot.

I took my black gloves from my jacket and wore them.

I’ve touched some things, open some drawers and looked under her bed.

“Maybe it’s hidden from those stuff toys.” Gus pointed out.

From a corner near the window, there is an area there where it is covered in play mats, wide enough for a baby to play, a small yellow beanie bag, 2 big toddler sized teddy bears, and surrounded by those bears are the small ones. But the formation of the small teddy bears are odd. It was as if the 2 teddy bears are hiding something and the small ones covered it’s obvious spots. Quickly, I took off all of the bears until I found a small vault, almost the sized of a small fridge.

“Great thinking, Gus.” I grin.

[Fiction] III
Okay.... I hear some people are getting addicted to my stories and I thank all of you for that :heart:
In this next chapter, they're just solving the mystery of the lost daughter. Will they ever find this girl? And more importantly, will they be able to kill her?
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2. AND FOLLOW THE TRICKERY

The alarm is killing me.

I took the alarm from the desk and threw it hard on the floor.

The small contraption has shattered in bits. And the noise stops.

I can finally sleep again…

“Don’t hate the alarm for reminding you that you’re late.” Ms. Red Lady says sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Late for what?” I murmur sleepily.

“Your job, dear.” She rubs my shoulder and her voice drops seductively.

I moan and stood up. And took my pants from the floor, I hung my undershirt and my jacket at my other shoulder. “I’ll be leaving.” I say as I lightly close the door.

I wore my undershirt and left the building. Taking the taxi and let the driver drove from my hotel. I fix my fucked up hair and rub my face repeatedly to wake myself.

My phone vibrates in my pants. I took it out and answer the call.

“Seven, where are you?” Oh, it’s Gus.

“I’m on my way to my hotel.” I groggily say.

“Just woken up?”

“Yeah” I rub my other eye. “Where are you anyway?”

“Mc’Brinewood. Just a few walk from your hotel.”

“Of course I know that, but can’t you let me rest just for a day?”

Gus laughs. “We’re waiting, dude. You’d better hurry up.”

“We?” I repeat.

“Simon and I.”

I roll my eyes. The taxi stops and I look from the window. I took my gigolo money from my pants and that’s what I paid. I hurriedly enter inside and chase the opened elevator.

“Wait, wait” I say while stopping the elevator door to close.

A young woman covered in all sorts of clothes was surprised. She clutches her black sketchpad in her chest. I enter inside and call out my floor from the elevator guy.

The silence is filled with the elevator music.

Once the elevator opens to my floor, I hurriedly walked to my room. I could still feel the young woman staring at me. Looking for my key in my pants, I entered my room and jump at my couch for a couple of sleep.

My phone vibrates; I lazily took it from my pants and answer the call.

“Seven.”

“Where the fuck are you, Seven?” Gus’ angrily say.

“Home.” I groggily stand and head at the shower.

“Didn't I tell you to get here as fast as you could?”

“The couch is tempting.” I say turning the heater on.

“Well get your fucking ass here as fast as you could before they leave.”

“Why can’t you just tie them up so they won’t escape?”

“They’re on a meeting, since no one could operate their corporation anymore, they’d better close it down since the President doesn't have any relatives anymore.”

“Well that’s not our fault if The Red Lady wants us to kill each and every one of the President’s relatives.”

“We’ll talk more if you get here. Simon is itching to kill every one of them.”

I hung up the call.

I really don’t care if anyone of the Lady’s gigolos is itching to kill someone. I’ am far more superior to the Lady than them.

>Mc’Brinewood<

“What took you so long?” Gus exasperatedly threw up his arms.

“I took a shower.” I barely open my mouth.

“For an hour?!” He says looking at his watch.

I shrug.

“They already left.” Simon says placing his hands at his pocket.

“There’s still the CCTV.”

    “As if, their security is too high.”

“Just the same security as the President’s house.” I raise my eyebrow at Gus. “And we broke in. It’s easy.”

The gentle snow falls, signaling for Christmas. I hate Christmas; it just gives me those dreams again. I couldn't even say this to anyone not even Gus. It’s just a weird dream that keeps resurfacing from me every December. It makes me go crazy, for the whole month, the only thing you’ll be dreaming is the same shit every single night, seeing the same girl standing in the snowstorm, same position, same look, same place and time.

“Sev, Seven. Why are you standing there?” Gus hisses.

I shook myself off from my shitty daydream and enter inside. The room was dark, and just like what I've suspected, there were no guards anymore since no one’s working inside anymore.

A dim yellow light lit up the room just barely.

An old man holding a broom had his eyes wide, surprise that he have visitors from the storage room.

(What kind of Storage do they have? They have two doors!)

“Simon.” Gus orders.

Simon gives a devilish smile.

The old man had his eyes wide open, and dropped his broom while he’s being chased by Simon. In a matter of seconds, the old man cried out, hearing clearly how his bones cracked.

Silence took in while Simon appeared from the dark room.

“Satisfied?” Gus raises an eyebrow.

“Hell, yeah.” Simon grins.

And we enter inside where the Simon killed the old man.

I think I stepped on the old man’s hand…

His thin, writhed hands cracked beneath by feet.

“So, what happened to you and Ms. Red Lady?” Gus whispered, but it doesn't seem like he’s whispering since the three of us are the only living human here.

I took a really long sigh. “The usual. She seems addicted to me.”

“She does. It’s like you’re Joe’s replacement.”

I made a disgusted look. “She already has a husband. And she killed him.”

“She might be weird but she’s still hot.”

“But I still hate her.”

“God, I miss tasting her, her smell is too addicting.”

“Speaking like a true gigolo.” I rolled my eyes.

We stopped at a door that says:

Control Room

Gus knelt down to open the knob, as he was sure the door is open, he stands up and turn the knob. We walked inside and found that the computers’ shut down.

“Open the computers, Simon.” Gus orders.

He took a small flashlight from his back pocket and lit it from the fuse box. He held the flashlight in between his mouth and started fidgeting the wires. Sparks fly but he never flinch, it’s like he’s prone of every sparks.

“Now back to Ms. Red Lady, do you really hate her that much? I mean, before you’ll hate someone, there must be a reason first right?”

I took a big sigh, getting boring from all of his questions. “In general, I hate prostitutes.”

Gus wanted to talk back but the computer screen started to work. Simon stared at Gus for other orders but I gave him the orders.

“Search for the last CCTV footage.”

Simon nods and did his work.

I looked into his work and he stopped at a certain box and clicked a video. The media player plays the video.

An old man with an oily bald spots stood at his other members walking from left to right as he talks. “…we’ll be run down by other companies because of this.”

“Not to mention that the president doesn't have any other relatives left. How could we possibly—” A woman’s voice.

“Unless, we find their lost daughter.” The old man made a stop gesture.

Gus and I exchange looks.

“But where would we start?” Says a young man.

“Surely, the president has some places in mind where he could find his lost daughter, and I know where he would hide those documents.”

Hope filled those workers, talking to each other.

“For now, we would temporarily shut this company down and look for the lost daughter.”

“If we don’t see her?”

“Then, I will operate this company we have no other choice.” The old man looked at their faces. “We may now leave.” And the CCTV turned black.

“Lost daughter, eh?” Gus said deep in thought.

“We need to get back to the president’s mansion.”

Gus nods gravely at me. “But it would be hard to find that girl, as the old man says: ‘the president has some places in mind’ quote on quote: places.”

“Then lets look at some places we could find and reconnect them to the places you let me memorized.”

Gus smiled a little, “Great thinking.” He turned to Simon. “Get back to the Place and report to Ms. Red Lady.”

Simon placed his fist in his chest, bows and left away.

[fiction] II
okay so here is the next chapter of my story [fiction].
On the first chapter, was the random lists of some addresses, what is the reason why Ms. Red Lady wants Mr Mc'Brinewood's whole clan dissapear?
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haha LOL it's been a while since I've posted another journalNew DA Logo (Badges) 

Yeah, so here I'am trying to promote myself that I'm on hiatus... yeah I'm always on hiatus hohoho

but yeah, I've been helping this fellow schoolmate of mine who's still new here (he's a shy dude) but hey, I don't kill people *roll eyes* Am I that scary? haha?:souleatermoon: 

so yeah, let me tell you a great story:

December 9, 2014, a great friend of mine burned my hair, by the left side, almost burned my ear actually so since I can't stand the smell, I'd cut it, it was so funny because at the left side, I got short hair and on the right is long hair, so I've decided to tie my hair, my girl best friend said I look like and anime LOL (a lot of people say that) and after school my mom and I went to a parlor and let this woman decide what will she do to my hair *gasp!* and....

tada!~~Nico Icon 

I got an octopus hair!
with side bangs :p

I never really would have thought that this hair style would look good on me. I'm still trying to cope up with my burned hair *teary-eyed*Sad Cutecookies Mascot 

but I promise you guys that I'll post my new look some time soon

Anyway, have an nice day and a happy new year to all :snowflake:
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