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"Yo, Charlotte..." –A voice came distantly.

I let out a sigh, still in a daze.

"Charlotte!!" The voice rose at this, and I gasped loudly.

I frowned at my sister, who'd just pulled me out of my daydreaming. "What?"

From before me, Scarlett Thorne choked her cigarette in the ashtray before her. "The fuck, woman. Were you listening to what I was saying?!"

Nope, not a single bit.

"Err, surely I was." I lied, flustered.

"Surely my ass!" She huffed, sipping some of her beer. "Repeat then!"

I fidgeted. Shit!

Katy emerged from the door at this, saving Cherry's ass at the last moment. "Guys, I prepared pizza for all of us, but will serve it once Alba finishes her shower."

Both Scarlett and I nodded, and I sighed in relief, thinking I'd escaped my interrogation.

Nope, big mistake.

"So, Char." Scarlett turned back towards me, "What was the plan again?"

"Eh? Plan?" I fidgeted.

She huffed, shooting me a glare. "Dammit! Focus with me for the love of God! You keep dazing off!"

At this Katy chuckled, as she took her place beside me. "Care to share with us what happened with the young master? Or do you plan to keep on dazing off?"

I fidgeted, but then shook my head, as my mind wandered to the occurences in his room last week.

When I read him the poem.

And he tightened his grip over my hand as he fell asleep on my voice.

My chest constricted.

Because I felt it.

I'd felt his warmth.

That warmth which was never directed at Daisy before.

But rather at... Charlotte.

Could it be...

And if it was the case, why hasn't he revealed he knew yet?

Was there any way to verify my doubts?

There wasn't, and so I couldn't risk not sticking to the plan.

It has been two days since I came back from his majesty's estate, and I have done nothing except daze off since then.

"It's nothing, really." I sighed as I finally answered Kat's question, then directed my attention at Scarlett again. "So yeah, Scar. Continue."

My sister kept her glare at me, but apparently decided it was more important to focus on the matter, "So as I was saying..." She paused, fixing her eyes into mine at this.

"The annual shareholders meeting is this upcoming week."

I gulped, but commented not.

"And that's our chance to steal documents incriminating the Chairman."

My eyes widened, and it occurred to me at this.

Sebastian's words weeks ago...

'You have very particular and limited chances to steal from the office of Trevor Ellington Conway. The main chances I see are three. The first iss hypothetically during his annual shareholders meeting. This is because there will be various suspects in play in case you were caught, and because I am among the shareholders, as such I can provide you protection.'

My breath hitched, as adrenaline rushed my veins. "But... where are we going to look..." I gulped, "And... And how are you gonna get into the estate?"

"Ellington will be attending the meeting, and will provide me access to the estate." Scarlett lit on a cigarette at this. "As for the place I'm gonna look in..." She took a long drag, as though arranging her thoughts.

"After my attempt to steal documents during the Ellington ball, the Chairman apparently moved some of his legislative documents to a safe in the basement of the estate."

My eyes widened, but then I frowned. "But... such a safe will naturally be guarded, no?"

"Yeah, Ellington accounted for how to counter that." She puffed her smoke smoothly.

"And cameras?" My anxious self shot back, "The safe and the hallway to it will definitely be monito–"

"He hired some highly skilled hackers to invade the system for as long as possible." She shrugged me off, "He made it clear though that such attempts are usually quickly monitored by the Chairman's web team, and that it might backfire in case it lasts for a lengthy period because security back up teams will be sent to the scene in case the cameras don't broadcast for long."

I shivered, millions of thoughts rushing through my head at how bad things can get. "And... the keys to the safe? I don't think the guards will have them, in case your plan included you... getting the keys from the guards."

My sister smirked, obviously getting what I was hinting on. She then captured my gaze, and her sharp eyes darkened.

"Apparently, Agatha Murray managed to get her hands on a duplicate key to the safe."

I gasped, and my sister continued, as though seeing signs of understanding across my features.

"And she handed this duplicate key to her son, Marcus Ellington, who I persume wants to get his hands on legislative documents to ensure he gets his share of inheritance from Trevor."

Scarlett coolly blew her smoke at this. "And that's where my task comes," Her lips twitched, as her eyes darkened.

"I'm gonna unlock his safe to get the key to the actual safe. Seems smooth, doesn't it?"

I shuddered, my eyes widening as I understood what she was hinting at. Wait, Marcus?! Out of all people?!

"No way!" Katy gulped, "You don't seriously plan to invade the estate and seduce the son of Agatha Ellington at once, do you?!"

My heartbeat pace suddenly skyrocketed, as flashbacks from the psychotic and brutal expressions of Marcus Ellington flashed through my mind.

"Scar?" I bit my lips, millions of ideas shooting through my head. "How exactly will you get access to the estate?"

She eyed me back in confusion. "Ellington said he'll attend the meeting. I can, with a makeover of course, act as the new secrertary in your place."

My heart clenched at the thought, but I diverted my focus on what was more important at hand. Various ideas rushed through my mind at this...

On how both Scarlett and Mr. Ellington were giving an effort in this.

And on how I couldn't just stand back and watch.

"I'll get the key from Marcus."

My sister gasped at this, her expression going blank before my words slowly sank in. "Hah?!"

My breath hitched, as Marcus Ellington's offer to Daisy and his murderous aura sent chills across my spine.

Yet I managed to collect myself, as I eyed her back with a dead serious expression. "I can get the key from Marcus Ellington. It's far safer than having you, a stranger who's barely been twice to the estate and let alone in the disguise of Mr. Ellington's secretary, go wandering around the estate."

She opened her lips to argue, but then paused as my words made sense to her.

"I have been a maid for a month there, and the guy is known for his ways with maids." I continued, "It's a less suspicious phenomenon if someone sees Daisy entering and leaving his room."

My sister gulped. "Th-That's not my concern!" She snapped, "I... It's too dangerous for you to try and do that!"

My heart clenched, but at the same time...

It felt full.

Because this was the first time, since a month ago...

I feel an actual spark of hope present itself against Trevor Ellington Conway.

I grinned back at Scarlett, as I really had a plan of my own.

"I'll manage that, trust me!"

******

The week passed fast, just like any time span does whenever one's anticipating something.

And soon enough, I found myself eyeing my Daisy attire reflected in the mirror of my Daisy room in the Ellington estate.

Today was the shareholders meeting day.

I gulped, my heartbeat rate increasing as I thought of what awaited me during the day.

I'd also called Sebastian throughout the past few days as well, and we coordinated just as we'd agreed a while ago.

Although his ties with my sister were almost severed at this point, I could tell he had a genuine intention to help me.

I bit my lips, as I placed the wireless earbuds I'd planned to put on during the mission in the pockets of my maid dress.

Sebastian and I had agreed to remain in contact throughout the plan. As part of his escort, he will also have eyes around the estate to keep watch over Scarlett and I as we move, especially around the safe.

In case anything goes wrong where Scarlett or I is caught, we had agreed to multiple possible scenarios. The first of which would be his lordship, with all his political influence, to offer having his teams conduct the investigation of the caught thief. The second was by having Sebastian reveal some hot and spicy tea about one of the guests, as that could sufficiently grab attention.

And so on.

I sighed, eyeing my watch. Oh, I didn't check up on his majesty yet.

I remember Scarlett said he's going to attend.

I headed out of my room to the corridor connecting our rooms at this, as I neared his door.

Knock, knock.

"Entrare."

Carefully, I opened the door, stepping inside as my heartbeat rate suddenly picked up at the intoxicating and thick smell of his invading the room.

My eyes slightly widened as they fell on him, and I pursed ny lips. Ha?!

He wasn't looking in my direction, God forbid, and he was standing up.

Before the mirror.

And he had multiple elements about his scene.

He was standing before the high dresser in his room, eyeing his perfect reflection on the mirror on the high dresser before him. Next to his countless other perfumes and deodorants, his hair serum was opened, emphasizing his perfectly styled hair which glimmered freshly. Woah, it's grown relatively longer than before now that I look at it.

Additionally, he had apparently installed a dartboard on the wall some feet away from him. And he was casually throwing darts at it with his left hand while he casually smoked his cigarette with the other.

Geh! How many tasks was he doing at once?!

On a will of their own, my eyes snapped down to his physical glory, and my breath stuck in my throat.

He was still half-naked, and his muscular torso still had bandages around it.

Except this time, he wasn't in a jersey sweat pants, but rather back in his black suit pants.

Which emphasized his muscular legs.

And other things.

Color rose to my face, and I was thankful once again to the mask which hid my flustered state rather well.

Considering I noticed that his pants was not fully buttoned up yet.

And the belt was not tied yet either.

All emphasizing the fraction of V-lines showing under the bandages.

And proudly extending to the fraction of his million-dollar black boxers shown from the opening of the zipper.

I mentally slapped myself. Geh! Charlotte, look away!

I couldn't.

Not when his gaze fixed into me was nothing but shear pride and nonchalance, because the devil was aware of how mouthwatering he looked.

Snapping my gaze away from his eyes and to the rest of his face, I couldn't help but notice his freshly shaved sharp features emphasizing his jawline and cheekbones, as well as his full lips blowing some smoke slowly out.

GAH! Calm down, heart! Get your shit together, Charlotte! So what if he looked this enticing in the morning, eh?! So what?!

I let out a soft breath to compose myself, avoiding his gaze as I attempted to conceal my flustered state. "Um, do you need help with anything, sir?"

He moved his gaze back to the dartboard, shooting another dart smoothly and hitting the center.

I sighed. Of course he'd ignore someone's offer for help.

"I never knew you were a fan of darts." I mumbled, noting the bed had a white shirt, a necktie, and a suit jacket on it, obviously prepared to be worn after he's done. "This dartboad was not here yesterday."

He took a drag from his cigarette, throwing one last dart before he suffocated the cigarette. "I utilize it to enhance my concentration levels."

I blinked. Now that he mentions it... All the darts were either in the center or in a close range.

Suffocating his cigarette, his majesty moved back to his bed with slow steps, and my heart ached seeing he was still, though very proudly and unflinchingly, struggling.

Unconsciously, I moved a step in his direction as I noticed he was getting into his shirt. "Do you want to help you get in your shi—"

He cut me off, his piercing gaze fixed over a certain item on the bed.

Oh... this...

"Are you capable of tying my necktie?"

My eyes widened, and I noticed he had his orbs fixed into mine at this.

I gulped, directly shaking my stun off as I nodded. "S-Sure."

I neared him, and at this, he took his seat down on the bed, instead of keeping his standing position.

Yikes, this would make it hard for me considering I'll have to bend, but oh well guess his physical condition is still not very helpful.

Having finished to button up his shirt, his majesty's tie was on his shoulders, and I bent down at this.

The moment I did so, I realized various things.

Due to my crouched down position now, it was hard to ignore the fact that Rickard Ellington Conway's legs were parted to make space for me in between them.

And that his goddamned black Armani pants were still not fully zipped.

Thump, thump, thump!

I gulped, directly tearing my gaze away as I moved slightly up.

Upon my movement, I noted the second thing I noticed..

The fact that I'd loosened up the corset from over my chest earlier, in aim of facilitating my mission with Marcus theoretically.

As I moved up, I couldn't neglect the slight bouncing of my chest occuring simultaneously.

I bit my lips, as I slowly started moving the tie, and Mr. Ellington had reached out for his whiskey glass at this.

The drugging intermix of his intoxicating perfume, aftershave, and the scotch suddenly invaded my nostrils slightly as a result.

And in a complete act of idiocy, I found my eyes snapping to his muscular neck muscles under the lapel of his shirt.

I kept on tying the tie, but slower as I dazed off while my thoughts surfed to Katy and Scarlett's 'guides' last week.

'Suck on them neck muscles!' —My sister's voice echoed.

'No, bite, bite, bite!' –Was Katy's reply to that.

I bit my lips, noting the fiery gaze burrying through me as though he were preparing a barbecue grill purely from ashes.

Goodness, could it be he... can see my thoughts?

Please no!!

Upon his gulp of whiskey, his adam's apple moved slightly, pinning my eyes over that VII again.

I miss nuzzling against his neck, goddammit.

I wonder what it'd smell like up clos—

"Mia."

My hand movement paused at this, and I froze.

At the cold, arrogant, and dangerously low voice which erupted from the muscular throat of R.E.C.

Huh?

I moved not, neither did I look in his direction.

What did he just... say?

C-Could it be my thoughts gave me off...

What the... fuck... do I do.... now....

Something shuffled against my leg at this.

And amid my stunned state, in addition to my very panicky thoughts...

That was the last thing I could react normally to.

"G-GAH!"

I jumped in my place.

Bumping into something in the process.

A crackle of ice and glass was heard, followed by a splash!

I gasped, my eyes widening as the 'thing' which shuffled against my leg moved.

"Meow."

None other than Mia, Rickard Ellington's furry roommate and cat, smoothly paced away, and I heaved out a relieved breath for a second.

This... what the hell...

Gulping, a chill crossed my spine at this.

As I felt a deadcold and freezing gaze burry holes through me at this.

I shuddered, turning towards... the patient, who was still seated on the bed before me.

Oh lord.

With an expression frostier than one extracted from the Eskimo, Rickard Ellington Conway flinched not, as he let his cold and arrogantly authoritative gaze devour me.

"I had specifically spelled out the cat's name to warn you from such a reaction. Very responsive, Signorina Reinhart."

I gasped. This...

A few blinks escaped me at the threat in his voice, as my eyes roamed down to his shirt, and I gasped.

I didn't.

Please tell me I didn't.

Reaching for his tie, Mr. Ellington slowly started undoing it at this, as he placed his whiskey glass away.

His empty whiskey glass.

Which had become empty after I bumped into it, spilling the drink over his majesty's shirt.

"Oh God!" I panicked, "I-I'm so sorry, sir!" On impulse, the first thing I did was cooperate with him to take off his now soaked shirt.

As I slowly started unbuttoning it.

Button, after button, after button.

Halfway through the process though, his muscular, shredded chest started coming into view.

And I suddenly halted my pace for a second.

Wait a minute...

He... He had taken off his tie by now...

And yet was letting Daisy take off the shirt.

His body heat at this radiated against my skin, emphasizing to me how close I'd unintentionally gotten during my panicked state.

Considering I was no longer crouched down before him, but rather had my knee on the bed... between his muscular spread thighs.

And centimeters away from.... from his slightly opened pants.

Which, speaking off, seemed to have also gotten their share of whiskey.

As I reached the final button of his shirt, opening it, my eyes widened.

Noting some whiskey droplets have crawled down the bandages and were also drenching the beginnings of his black boxer.

Fume probably escaped my ears by this realization, as my eyes shamelessly pinned down by now, and I shuddered slightly.

Almost subconsciously, I shifted, grabbing a towel from a lower drawer in the chest of drawers.

Moving back, I started drying off his taunted chest, gently down to his bandaged area.

From beneath my touch, his majesty's muscles clenched slightly, and yet I continued in a daze.

Dammit, why was I such an idiot!

Why did I have to do this, ugh!!

My stomach clenched, and heat flushed through my body...

As my hand moved down the bandages and towards his boxer to... dry there.

The second my fingers touched his skin though, the unmoving, muscular adam