Chapter 387.
<strong>Chapter 387. My First Day Back at Work. (1/3)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Today marked my first day back at work without the need to disguise myself. I felt a great sense of liberation after five weeks of that hellish routine. It was truly a relief. I could walk the streets without the fear of being stabbed in the back… for the most part.
<span style="font-weight:400">There were surely some stragglers from Swastika who slipped through the cracks still around, but the likelihood that they’d set their eyes on me should be pretty low. Their anger should be directed toward the police who raided them and Faceless who killed off the rest.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since it all happened outside the city in the middle of nowhere, the police wouldn’t ever discover a thing. They were already buried six feet under.
<span style="font-weight:400">The ones who were killed off were the worst of the worst in Swastika. Nobody would care if those guys mysteriously disappeared. Nobody would even bother to look for them if they were no longer causing trouble.
<span style="font-weight:400">But enough of them, I’d like to put all of that behind me and enjoy the leisure time I currently have at work.
<span style="font-weight:400">At the end of the week, as long as our time off request was approved by the Owner, Rosa and I would be headed out on a two-week-long vacation together.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is so unfair. You and Rosa have been spending so much time alone together and now you’re both using your paid vacation together?” Alicia grumbled to my side.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was Tuesday, the day after my little chat with Officer Johnson over the phone, and we were now back to our usual schedule.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry… Rosa helped me a lot recently and I owe her big time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Seriously, what’s with you two? Both of you left me in the dark when you were out doing something so dangerous this entire time…”
<span style="font-weight:400">She naturally wasn’t in the best mood right now. It’d already been a week since she found out everything that happened. When we returned home with Irene that night, Rosa exined everything to her and why the Owner assigned her to stay with the disguised Yuna at the other location for those five weeks.
<span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t believe any of it at first, but when the story broke on the city news the following day, she had no choice but to believe it. The police raided and got rid of Swastika just as she was told.
<span style="font-weight:400">Yuna and I were used as bait to lure Swastika out from hiding so the police could jump on them while their full focus was diverted away from them. They exploited the gap where their attention was split on multiple different fronts to secretly tighten the noose around their necks.
<span style="font-weight:400">But what really made it all possible was gaining control of the brain to lead them into a trap.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry for keeping you in the dark.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I just want you to... rely on me too. I feel like I’m... dead weight.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re not dead weight at all. I was relying on you a lot. To keep Yuna safe and sane while she was under all that stress every day. You acted as her mental support while she was at work with you. You were a great help whether you realize it or not.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I was?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. So thanks.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I scanned the store and confirmed there weren’t any customers looking our way. There were only two in the store right now but they had their backs to us. I tapped Alicia on the shoulder to which she turned my way and innocently questioned, “What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I leaned forward and gave her a brief kiss on the lips.
<span style="font-weight:400">It took her a second to react. Her lips formed a squiggly line.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That was a cheap sneak attack. We’re at work. It would be bad if a customer saw that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, they didn’t.” I gave her a nonchnt shrug.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re a bad guy… getting kissed out of nowhere like that when we’re at work doesn’t make me happy at all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? I see. Alright, I won’t do it again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You won’t?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, since it made you ufortable. I promise I’ll never do it again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Never?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uhh… that’s…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean… I didn’t feel ufortable or anything.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, you’re right, I don’t know what came over me just now. I won’t do it again since you didn’t like it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I…” she paused and raised her balled-up right hand in front of her lips before she continued, “never said I didn’t like it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But you just said it didn’t make you happy at all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It did… make me happy though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? It did? I don’t know if I believe that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My heart skipped a beat…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re just saying that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I had butterflies in my stomach. Ugh…” She squatted down behind the counter, hugged her knees, and ducked her head down behind them as sheined, “stop making me say such embarrassing things. You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You’re a bully. A big bad bully.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You mean a devil, don’t you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. A devil. The worst type of devil who ys with girls'' hearts. To think that you... even did it with Yuna before me and Rosa. You’re awful. I’m not going to fall for your smooth talk anymore.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You won’t? Alright, I guess I’ll need to stop trying to smooth talk you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? But you just said-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up. Girls areplicated. Always making me say embarrassing things... One day… I’ll definitely make you say stuff that makes you feel super embarrassed.” She grumbled while ring up at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha. I have skin so thick I’ve long forgotten how to be embarrassed by the stuff I say.” Well, if someone read out loud some of the stuff I’d written or I read it out loud myself, I’m sure I’d remember how to be embarrassed in no time.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’tugh, it’s not funny. I’m being serious.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alicia, a customer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When she heard that, she jumped up to her feet, entered work mode, and greeted them with a cheerful smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">The second customer in the store entered the line while Alicia cashed out the customer who showed up first.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I finished bagging up the first customer’s items, I heard the front door open up. A new customer had entered the store. As I was preupied with bagging I hadn’t taken a look to see who it was. But by the time we got to the second customer, I finally looked up and realized who it was.
<span style="font-weight:400">Why the hell is he here!
<span style="font-weight:400">Externally I didn’t let it show on my face, but on the inside, I freaked out as sweat umted on my back.
<span style="font-weight:400">This customer had only been here once. He only bought a pack of cigarettes. As for his identity… it was someone I’d talked to only yesterday… Officer Johnson.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was most definitely cursed. I was convinced of it. It’s my first day back, and he coincidentally showed up here today?
<span style="font-weight:400">If I hear some bullshit about intuition, I’m going to punch him.
<span style="font-weight:400">When we took care of both customers, Officer Johnson greeted us, “Yo kids, you two remember me? It’s been a while, hasn’t it? The two of you weren’t here thest time I came a few days ago. I heard from the red-haired girl who works here that you were sick.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… Rosa told you that? Yeah, I’ve been sick for a while and a friend has been covering for me. I’m feeling a lot better now though.” I sure wish she would have told me this guy showed upst week. But she didn’t know about Officer Johnson, only Alicia had met him before.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good to hear it. You have any customers as bad as the one you had the first time we met?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, there haven’t been any like him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, that’s good. He’s behind bars and locked up for a long time. It’s a shame his father caught on quickly, used a body double to buy time for his escape, and fled the country. But at least all his assets were frozen and confiscated. Though he’s lost almost everything now, he still has connections to other people with wealth and power. It’s not impossible for him to change his identity and start all over.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Should you be telling us all this though?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you two were involved to a degree. Since he escaped, you two should be careful.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why should we be careful? What do we have to do with it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you never know what can happen. People who let money and power get to their heads are crazy. He might get some weird ideas and try to target anyone. There are still a lot of… strange aspects about the case that aren’t fully understood.”