Chapter 369.


    <strong>Chapter 369. Operation: Brainjack, Phase 1; War of Attrition Day 1 (1/6)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was the following day. I’d already arrived at work and I was now inside the Alicia mascot costume behind the counter with Rosa. Last night, I exined the situation to Jass and what I wanted him to do.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After I exined things to him, somehow, our conversation went off on aplete tangent toward an unexpected direction. More specifically, to what happened between him and Izora.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He started bbing and boasting about how he boldly kissed her and got as far as second base. This guy knew nothing of ‘don’t kiss and tell.’ He sounded so proud when he recounted his dashing appearance as he snatched Izora away at convocation right under Zale’s nose and pulled the rug out from under his feet. It seems he was convinced that he’d already secured a sessful rtionship with her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After he pulled her by the arm off the stage and ran out the door at convocation, two teachers chased after them. But those two teachers had a veryte start and quickly lost sight of them after a few turns. Jass dragged Izora into the women’s washroom and confessed he was in love with her and how she was the only thing that’d been on his mind ever since they sang karaoke together that one time. He’d found himself unconsciously looking for her everywhere he went longing to see her again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When he saw Izora on stage giving her t speech, something clicked in him. He felt like he saw Ria’s figure ovep with Izora’s on stage, and before he knew it, he was already standing in front of her with a wig in his outstretched hand. His body moved on its own.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was fate, he thought. That he was the one to find and see through her disguise. They were soulmates, destined to be together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If only he knew what I heard straight from the horse’s mouth. She hadn’t made up her mind at all and was indecisive about who to choose, you dolt! I naturally couldn’t tell him though. The only advice I could give him was to not get overconfident orcent. Women change their minds like it’s going out of style.


    <span style="font-weight:400">One minute you think they’re into you, the next, they’re clinging to some other guy''s arm and throwing you to the curb. It didn’t look like he took my subtle warning seriously. If it came back to bite him, he could only me himself. It’s not like I knew who she would pick with certainty in the end.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If Rosa went to the graduation dinner and dance in my ce, Jass may have a potential ally on his side to even out the ying field. This cocky bastard actually shamelessly bragged about how he was going to the dinner and dance as Izora’s date on Thursday. He was just raising rejection g after rejection g and he didn’t even realize it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He had the nerve to go into the minute details about his kiss with Izora and vividly expressed the sensation in his hand when he squeezed those soft, fair, and supple ample breasts directly. He talked for what seemed like an eternity about how hot it all was. The only regret he had was that he didn’t get to kiss her with her piercings.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But he vowed he would at the graduation dinner and dance. He also said he was nning to go all the way with her. He nned to get her drunk, bail with her closer to the end, and drag her into the women’s washroom when everyone was still busy dancing. There the two of them would consummate their love for each other.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, after I found out his n, the first thing I did when I got home was ask Rosa to keep an eye on this idiot so he didn’t end up bing a criminal. If Izora was drunk to the point she seemed incapable of sound judgment, Rosa would intervene. In this regard, it was much better for Rosa to attend than for me to. If Jass really did this, it’d be awkward if I stepped in. It could lead to a lot of misunderstandings. Since Rosa was a girl, it wouldn’t be nearly as strange for her to step in.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My train of thought came to an abrupt deathly still as my eyes locked onto the front entrance where the door suddenly opened up. On the other side of the door, I saw a girl. A single girl alone. It was… Malory.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was around this time she showed up on Saturday during my shift with Yuna. Her intent was pretty clear, to see if Yuna was working today.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A cold indifferent gazended on the counter. Her eyes firstnded on Rosa, before they shifted over and locked onto me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was in a foul mood. Her target had evaded her and didn’t seem to be here. But she naturally wouldn’t leave so easily. No, of course she wouldn’t. She was here to gather information from Yuna’s coworkers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wee, are you looking for something?” Rosa greeted her when Malory started to scan through the rest of the store.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No… I’m just browsing.” Malory gave a curt response.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you need help locating something don’t be afraid to ask, I’m more than happy to assist.” Rosa was treating her like a normal customer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is she the one?” Rosa asked in a low voice. She’d never seen Malory before, but I’d given her Malory’s physical description.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, that’s her,” I whispered back in confirmation.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cold emerald blue eyes. Light brown chest-length hair tied at the back, curly at the ends. Half of it hung down in front of her left shoulder, the other half hung down behind her back. Some of her hair on the right side of her hair wasn’t tied up with the rest and hung down over her right shoulder. She had an essory in her hair on the left side of her head angled at a forty-five-degree angle which consisted of four flowers in a line. A pair of silver earrings hung down from the lobes of her ears.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She wasn’t wearing the same clothes she’d work on Saturday. Right now she was dressed up in a ck one-piece slip dress which hung down to a bit above knee-level with a thin blue long-sleeved unbuttoned open cardigan over it. Her solid ck thigh-high stockings were hidden beneath the hem of the ck one-piece she had on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two of us did our best to not raise her suspicions and kept quiet after that. We were waiting for her to make the first move.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She walked about the store looking around for a while. Eventually, she picked something up and headed to the counter. All she got was a spherical cherry-vored sucker.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you find everything you were looking for today?” Rosa asked as she received the sucker and scanned it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I actually didn''t.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, what were you unable to find?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuna.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuna? What do you mean? You’re looking for her?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, did shee in for work today?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Actually she called in earlier today and said she was quitting. She quit as of today, I’ve been asked to take over for her shift.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. And what about her boyfriend?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Her boyfriend? What about him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is he inside the mascot costume?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, this one’s a newbie. Her boyfriend was fired on Sunday by the Owner. That’s the reason she’s quitting.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? He was fired? For what?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“For flirting with Yuna at work or something of the sort. I’m not too clear, that’s all I heard from the Owner.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He’s not actually hiding inside this mascot costume or anything, is he?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, they’re not.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it fine if I take a look?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She leaned on the counter as her back arched down and her hips stuck out from behind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry, no can do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why not? Have something to hide?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, it’s in the contract they signed. It would ruin the magic of being a mascot.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. How boring.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Malory unwrapped the sucker she’d paid for while conversing with Rosa, stuck her tongue out, and licked it with her eyes glued to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How is it? Is it to your liking?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not bad.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you like cherries?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, but I like the color red more. You have really nice hair.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I do? Thank you for thepliment.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You probably hear that all the time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I actually don’t. Getting apliment out of my boyfriend is pretty difficult. He makes me really work for them.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sounds like a terrible guy. You should dump him.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I think I prefer it this way. If I receivedpliments all the time from him the way other guys give them out, I don’t think I’d value them nearly as much. They’re valuable because they’re in limited supply.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You really think one guy''spliments are worth anything? They don’t mean a thing. They’re just words. Words spoken to try and get in your pants.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Actually… my boyfriend is a problem guy. He avoids getting in my pants. I’m actually quite troubled over it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He must have a side chick then. You should break up as soon as possible. A girl with your looks getting cheated on makes no sense at all. The guy is a piece of shit.”