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Shutting the door of my room behind me, I locked it, climbing up my bed again.

Well, his majesty's breakfast would have to wait a bit!!

Pulling out my tablet from my bag, bile rose to my throat in memory of the last time I'd used it, and I clenched my fists.

It's a good thing I'd kept the cameras there anyway, in case I came back.

And whoop, here I am.

I let out a soft breath.

Observing his majesty Ellington, I eyed as he locked the door connecting the corridor to his room, and stood before it.

Fixing my sister with his freezing, sharp gaze, his expression remained unmoving.

Casually having taken seat on the chair beside the bed, Scarlett still had her wig and sunglasses on. Coolly, she placed one leg over the other, and took a drag from a cigarette she seemed to have lit from Mr. Ellington's pack.

The president fixed her, his gaze inhumane as he intensified it, roaming it over my sister. "A wig and a pair of sunglasses. Were you, by any chance, attempting to mock the security system?" 

"Meh," My sister blew her smoke, unfazed. "I already paid them."

My eyes widened slightly, as I flushed, fidgeting. Oh...

Mr. Ellington, as one might expect, was not really moved by her announcement, as he moved towards his bed in a slow pace. Picking a cigarette out of his pack, he lit it as he took his place carefully.

Scar took off her glasses at that, placing them on the bed, as she crossed her hands before her chest while still smoking. Observing his majesty for some long seconds, she let her beauteous dark hazels roam over him shamelessly, as she rested them over his torso for some seconds.

Her full red lips twitched then, and she took a drag of her cig, before she smirked at him.

"Oh, so two holes were apparently not enough for the Chairman to fuck you over, and he decided to open an extra one in you, I see?"

I gasped, flushing again as I muffled my chuckle at her comment.

His beauteous and sharp grey orbs flinched not, as they did not even harden or intensify at her, but simply fixed her in place.

R.E.C. expressed no such lowlife human emotion as displease, not giving my sister the satisfaction of having actually hit a nerve.

Scarlett clenched her jaw in clear irritation at this. "Ah. No answer, of course." She spat, and yet she kept her smirk. "Just like it had been in the past two weeks. I call and I receive no updates of the plan."

Puffing his cigarette smoothly, he caught her orbs for some long seconds, before turning towards the window, his eyes darkening in prevalent numbness. "The plan no longer stands. Is that not obvious?"

I shuddered at his voice, my heart aching at its ultimately unfeeling and inhumane nature.

"Ahuh, so you're simply abandoning Charlotte and I now?" From before him, Scarlett's teeth tightened over her cigarette.

My heart clenched, and I bit myself. Scarlett...

Mr. Ellington did not respond, as his beads sank into further numbness, and they resembled empty pools of clouds.

My sister scoffed at his lack of retort. Smirking, her hazels turned numb as she finished her cigarette.

She stood up, as she headed towards the ashtray next to his bed, suffocating her cigarette.

Then, she stretched and took off the wig smoothly, as her red hair locks cascaded some inches beneath her shoulders.

Eyeing around the room, her eyes darkened, as they fixed on various parts of it, between the luxurious furniture, to the wide variety of trophies, in addition to the wide variety of books in his book shelves, to the mirror and the various chests of drawers around.

"The pity. Of course it is not obvious for commoners such as I and my sister." Her numb look hardened. "We're not living in such a luxury that we forget our end goals and our revenge."

I gasped, eyeing the screen in disbelief.

Scarlett... why...

She doesn't know enough about Mr. Ellington to issue out such accusations in his direction, so why... is she speaking like this.

A muscle somewhere in his majesty Ellington's jaw twitched, and yet he didn't speak a letter.

As his eyes grew more numb and full of abyss, the blue in them was gone at this, and all I could see was just pure grey. A perfect mirror of those of the Chairman's.

Scarlett observed this as well, as she clenched her jaw and her eyes darkened. 

She then licked her lips, nearing the bed at this.

"Oh well," She stepped closer, fixing him with a numb chaotic gaze, "Considering I've been dismissed from my elite job as a spy under the Ellington president."

My sister lowered her zipper slightly.

Revealing a further area from her chest.

As she climbed up the bed.

"I guess I'll go back to my roots as nothing but a cheap prostitute."

Crawling like an infant, she removed the thin blanket from over the president's lower body.

Revealing his muscular and long legs beneath the black jersey pants.

My eyes widened as I gaped, literally not registering what I was seeing.

He had his right leg casually extended across the length of the bed, while his other was arced up, and his left elbow was laid over his knee.

And he flinched not upon Scarlett's action.

As though he were eyeing a very normal and uneventful scene before him.

My sister moved, placing herself between Rickard Ellington Conway's legs.

Eyeing him up like a cat eyes an owner.

"So how much are you willing to pay me per service, your lordship?" She traced the fingers of her left hand over Mr. Ellington's bandaged torso, slowly moving them up.

From before her, the muscular adam still showed no reaction, as he fixed her with his arrogant and freezingly unmoved gaze, shifting it between her dark eyes, and the fingers she was tracing over his hard abs.

Bile rose to my throat, and the scene suddenly hurt so much to watch.

Despite the fact that I knew... Scarlett would not do such a thing to me...

But still, the scene I'd witnessed from last week was still fresh.

I wanted to turn away, but then my attention was hooked again, as Scarlett moved her other hand into...

The opening over her chest.

Pulling something out in the process.

I gasped, my eyes widening and my breath getting stuck in my throat.

As my sister pointed her revolver into the chest of Rickard Ellington Conway.

And her other hand kept on tracing his skin, her eyes going numb.

In pure darkness, abyss, and... pain.

She looked... damaged.

I moved from my bed, wanting so badly to head there but listening to my logic screaming I can't expose myself.

A smirk crossed her lips at this, as she kept on eyeing the man before with the same chaotic gaze. 

"So, where should we start?" She whispered seductively. "I've been whoring with enough men lately to gain information, to the point that I don't have a standard for preference after all."

My heart sank, and it hurt to watch and hear at this, considering all what I could see was her proud, yet severely numb expression as it sank into ultimate darkness.

From before her, Rickard Ellington remained unmoving, somehow in a similar numb state to me, except he expressed it too differently.

He expressed it by not expressing if anything.

And thus seemed to have only gotten my sister into a further level of aggressiveness and darkness.

As she clenched her teeth and hardened her gaze at him. "Oh, no answer to this too, eh?" She spat and straightened further at this, towering him somehow, "Or are you a failure in this as well, hah?"

A muscle somewhere in Mr. Ellington's jaw twitched at this, and yet his eyes remained hardcore iced.

Seeming to have had enough of his attitude, Scarlett moved her other hand to clutch the gun as well. "You called me when you were going to the fucking rooftop to save my sister, Ellington." She spat, as her fingers shook from above the gun madly.

"You called me to warn me from falling into any trick he might use to lure me in." She hardened her voice. "And you promised me you were going to kill him." Her voice failed at this, and yet she groaned loudly and madly.

"So why didn't you do it?" She spat in mad grudge, as she moved the gun up.

And pointed her revolver at the president's forehead at this.

As her voice came like a mad, deranged scream, spilling out all the damage she's been bearing for apparently a while:

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SHOOT HIM ON THE FUCKING ROOFTOP, ELLINGTON? WHY, WHY, WH–"

And her scream got cut off at this.

As the silhouette before her moved.

Causing her to go off balance.

I gasped, jumping in my place as I couldn't believe how the scene was taking place.

Rickard Ellington Conway shifted from under my sister.

Pushing her back with his bandaged right hand at this, as she fell back wide-eyed.

It was only in a matter of seconds that his left hand had pulled out a revolver from under his pillow. And he moved over her, placing a knee between her legs as he towered, straightening his broad back as his muscles popped.

And his left hand extended, veins popping out of it madly.

In a clear sign of... fury.

I eyed his face, and my heart sank.

As I saw it for the first time ever since the rooftop showdown.

It was that clear murderous intent.

No, not numbness.

It was clear rage and wrath.

He looked ready to kill there and then.

As the grey in his eyes turned into poisonous steel, and his jaw locked, while his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

And he was fixing none other than my sister, Scarlett Thorne, with this murderous expression.

Like an assassin, he had the gun pointed at her forehead as well.

Oh but he seemed way more serious than her, as his thunderous, terrifyingly cold voice echoed absolutely:

"Your sister was on the fucking rooftop you are speaking off."

I shuddered at everything in the statement, from his fatal voice, to his deadly tone, to the unprecedented usage of expressions, despite the fact that he was using Scarlett's exact words.

He tortured her with his gaze, as she shook beneath him in ultimate terror, her eyes wide.

"Were you fine with having her as a corpse filled with bullet holes?" He froze his hard voice, clenching his hard fingers over the revolver between his fingers. "Because I chose to signal my snipers to fire at him, and he signalled his to fire at her?"

A sob came from Scarlett, but Rickard Ellington seemed not to be any shocked by that.

As he fixed the revolver against her forehead at this, pressuring it slightly as his orbs became demonic. "Answer."

My blood went cold, as I shook in terror at this, realizing what my sister had managed to do.

This look he had...

And the wrath he was emitting.

They were all because she'd triggered his memories from that day.

"Fuck you." Another sob escaped Scar at this, as she clenched her teeth from beneath him, and eyed him with bloodshot eyes. "Fuck you." She hardened her voice, as her entire body shook.

Yet the president still flinched not.

As though leaving her to be tortured under his merciless gaze, regretting the way she'd addressed him.

"Fuck you. Fuck you!" Tears fell down her face in agony, "It's aristocrats like you who caused this!" She choked.

And her entire body shook, "An... And it's always people like me and my sister that are victims of this!" She sobbed, "Fuck this!"

And she broke down, regardless of the fact that the gun was pointed at her head.

Unconsciously, I blinked at the tears having strolled down my face.

As her pain had reached me.

Scarlett was not crying out of fear from the gun pointed at her head.

Because if anything, and at this point, I knew she partially wished Mr. Ellington would shoot.

Because she was grieving. In pain. And damage.

She was hurting.

And it was among the first times, ever since I've met her, that I feel she's letting herself feel what she was going through.

Someway somehow, the president seemed to have seen this as well.

As silently, wordlessly...

The veins of his left hand relaxed.

And he pulled the gun away from my sister, straightening off of her, as he took her gun from her hand as well.

Sniffing, Scarlett straightened as well, hugging herself as she shook vulnerably.

And just left herself to break down.

To grieve.

Her head was over her knees, and her expression was hidden, as she just cried.

"I'm constantly failing to keep people around me." She cried, "They all either die..." Her voice cracked.

"Or leave."

My heart sank at her words, as I sniffed in compassion.

Getting who she was signalling at if anything.

"The amount of times I've showered this week..." She choked, "I'm disgusted by what I am." Her fingers burried into her skin, signalling she really meant every word she's saying. 

"And yet I can't drop what I'm doing now..." She sniffed, "Because I don't want to keep my father's murder free, nor do I want to lose my sister, whom I've barely found."

I sobbed, eyeing her grieve.

And how hard she'd been trying.

Mr. Ellington eyed her silently, and I noted at this that his neck muscles were slightly clenched, as he wordlessly placed both their guns on the chest of drawers next to his ashtray. Then after that he filled an empty glass with some whiskey from the bottle next to his glass.

Wordlessly, his sharp yet composedly arrogant gaze fixed over her. And he reached with the glass in her direction, brushing it silently against her fingers.

She raised her head slightly up, and her puffy eyes widened at his action, as she grabbed the glass wordlessly.

I blinked at the screen.

Mr. Ellington... Woah...

Pouring himself some as well, he took a sip from his glass, eyeing my sister with an unmoving, frozen gaze.

"I can provide you with access to the estate."

My sister blinked, her eyes widening at his information. "Huh?"

He flinched not, keeping his cold, sharp grey gaze at nothing in particular. "I shall plan it out in a few days before I contact you again."

My heart suddenly warmed up.

Realizing that he...

Mr. Ellington... was...

Trying to soothe Scarlett.

In his own emotionless manner.

"Y-You mean the plan is... still on?" She mumbled, taking a sip from her glass.

The cold and arrogant adam flinched not, and I eyed as he placed his left hand over his abdomen slightly.

Shit, he'd overworked it, how didn't I notice...

"No. I am coming up with another one." He murmured, taking his place slowly on the bed as his jaw clenched. "However," Fixing his merciless beads outside the window and into the cloudy skies, he frowned.

"I was not planning to involve you."

Scarlett's tears had ceased by now, as she eyed him in confusion. "Hey, why the fuck wouldn't you?"

He flinched not, keeping his wild and dominant gaze onto the infinite sky.

"I do not abide by the concept of collateral damage when executing a plan, that's for one."

My eyes widened, and so did my sister's.

" And you do realize you will be the collateral damage in case things go down." He murmured, as he didn't seem moved with any of the words he'd said, and his tone remained cool and arrogant.

Reaching for his weird wristwatch, he clenched there, his veins popping up as he eyed it distantly.

"Let alone the fact that involving you would definitely entail involving her."

My sister blinked, her eyes widening for some seconds, as realization befell on her. "What? Y-You mean Charlotte?" She then frowned slightly, and gulped more of her drink. "But that's not fair! Chatlotte has the right to decide for herself if she wants to–"

"Scarlett."

I gasped, and so did my sister.

At his low, cold, and ultimately deep voice which came, as he fixed my sister with his deep, arrogant, and determined gaze which harshened itself in a span of minutes.

Moving his jaw slightly, his gaze regained its numb and inhumane nature.

"Your sister does not belong to this dirty world we are speaking off."

I gasped. And so did Scarlett, as she gaped at him. "Wh-What... do you mean?"

"You have lived your entire life in the underground. While I have lived mine with the natural occurrence of being targeted constantly as a sole heir." His voice came cold, calm, and utterly unmoved. "But she hasn't."

And my heart ached at how serious he sounded.

My sister gulped, and he took a sip from his drink with the same dark expression, as he moved his beads towards hers:

"And it is unfair to drag her into this world, even if she does wish for it."

I shuddered at the frost in his voice, and my heart sank. 

"A woman raised her entire life in a comfort zone..." His vocals deepened once more, and his jaw locked, as his gaze detached from reality at this. "She does not deserve to suffer from this unprecedented amount of traumas."

My stomach churned, and I felt my chest ache at every word he uttered.

My sister went silent for some seconds, before she shifted again.

"Has she really, though?" Scarlett frowned slightly at his words, before she fixed her eyes into him. "Been raised in a comfort zone all her life, that is?"

I blinked, huh?

Wordlessly, the president arced his head into her direction, his beauteous orbs glowing with intrigued mystery.

"It's easy to assume such a belief judging by Charlotte's cheerful and generally fragile character." My sister shrugged, pulling out a cigarette and