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Just so there is no confusion, the following is a list of the bosses in the Cosa Nostra Mafia:
Michael DeSantis (Big Mike)- acting boss- Lucchese family
Andrew Russo (Mushy)- acting boss- Colombo family
Lorenzo Mannino (Zip)- acting boss- Gambino family
Michael Mancuso (Nosey)- current boss- Bonanno family
Liborio Bellomo (Barney)- current boss- Genovese family
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This text: English
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: 𝐉𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞
𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥: 𝕀𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕟
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5 A.M
(L/n) Bel Air Mansion, Los Angeles, California
"'Good morning, my Lady'. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝟻 𝚘'𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚖𝚊'𝚊𝚖."
You groaned, "I'm beginning to believe that your hypothesis may have some validity to it."
"𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 '𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎' 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢?"
"Everyone is probably asleep right now. Send him a message: '𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝟚 ℙ.𝕄. 𝔻𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖.'"
"𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚖𝚊'𝚊𝚖."
With a drowsy arm, you lifted yourself off of the bed and walked over to the large cluster of shopping bags. In the early morning, you planned to pack all that you bought and hoped to have enough time to get ready for the meeting in Las Vegas.
Though you were sleep-deprived, it seemed only fair to let the two bodyguards get a good night's rest.
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10 A.M
Kurono awakened to the incessant ringing of his cellphone. He stirred in his bed for a moment and groggily answered the call.
"𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨?"
"𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫."
The call abruptly ended. Befuddled, Kurono stood up from his bed. The familiar voice seemed to have gone unheeded.
'𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫?'
He slowly made his way down the large marble staircase and opened the door leading to the front yard. His heart dropped and his eyes widened in utter astonishment.
"𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥?"
Chisaki caught a glimpse of the slovenly young assistant, "𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩? 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧."
Kurono checked his phone's screen and closed his eyes in despair. "𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥. 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭'𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭."
"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞?"
"𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤."
"𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫."
"𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥."
Kurono confidently guided Chisaki up the staircase and pointed at the enclosed bedroom door.
"𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭?"
He nodded.
"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐭?"
"𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭."
"𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝." Chisaki waved Kurono away, "𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫."
The young assistant curiously gazed at his boss.
A man of sheer volition. Capable of unspeakable things. Matters of which never concerned him, though, Kurono always considered him as a person who often went too far. Once Chisaki was fixated on something, he couldn't be stopped. Combined with his Quirk being one that defied both death and pain, which rendered both as momentary obstacles only caused the Capo to lack empathy.
Nothing he did had repercussions. Because of his Quirk, Chisaki did whatever he wanted. But Kurono knew Overhaul was a character. A grim personification of his two greatest desires: bring about the destruction of Quirk society and restore the Yakuza back to power.
"𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥."
Kurono hurriedly wandered over to Rappa's bedroom. Chisaki knocked twice then headed straight into your room. As the door closed behind him, he stood still.
"𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥?"
"𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, (𝐋/𝐧)."
"What a strange surprise." You zipped a pouch closed, "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?"
"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝."
You raised a brow, "𝐁𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦?"
"𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞."
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞?"
He nodded his head.
"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭-𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥?"
"𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮?"
'That's why he came to my room...'
Chisaki continued, "𝐆𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐮𝐩. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐭."
"𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭."
He recessed, "𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰."
"𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐭? 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬."
"𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞." He serenely strutted forward and lingered but a mere foot away. "𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞."
Your eyes widened, dumbfounded, as your pale cheeks gained a red tint. And there you stood, speechless as you stared back into those aurum orbs of his. Chisaki grabbed a couple of your suitcases and excused himself from your room. You exhaled sharply and touched your forehead.
'What the hell is wrong with me? Am I getting sick?'
You wandered into your bathroom and sighed at the thought of the two men you have recently grown close with.
'Kurono... Rappa...'
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1 P.M
You stepped out of the bathroom with your makeup bag in hand. The room had been completely cleaned up, the bed neatly pressed.
"The man sure can clean."
Chisaki entered and halted mid-stride.
"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐩."
"𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝?"
You sheepishly tilted your head to the side, "𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?"
"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧?" He turned his back towards you and muttered. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧."
"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?"
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨."
You hesitantly followed the Capo to the backyard where the jet had landed. Once inside, you placed your makeup bag inside one of the overhead bins and sat beside a window.
"This is your pilot speaking, prepare for take-off, please. Fasten your seatbelts."
Chisaki sat in the booth behind you and watched attentively as you pulled out a tablet from your purse.
The jet slowly shifted.
You began to review a few digital documents and co-signed them as you read along the tedious lines. After a couple of minutes, you detected his intense glare and nervously shifted in your seat.
"𝐖-𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞? 𝐀 𝐩𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞?"
"𝐍𝐨."
"𝐖-𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧?"
"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝟖 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬?"
"𝐖𝐡𝐲?" You touched your dark circles, which were concealed by the expensive makeup. "𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞?"
He shook his head, "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟."
"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧?"
"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤."
Chisaki's phone rang. As he checked the notification, you disregarded his remark and carried on working.
"𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧, 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰."
"𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝."
"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤."
"𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞."
"𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭."
"𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥."
"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?"
You placed the tablet down on the table, "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫."
"𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝."
You closed your eyes as you displayed a somber look. "𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞-"
He stood up and sat on the seat across from your table, "𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬."
"𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝?"
"Let it go to voicemail." You frowned, "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭."
'𝐍𝐨...'
"(𝐋/𝐧)-"
"𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡-𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝."
Chisaki lowered his gaze.
You leaned forward in his direction, "𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 (𝐇/𝐧)-"
"𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭."
"𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 (𝐇/𝐧) 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?"
His pupils dilated, "𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥."
'He's putting distance between us now that he knows I'm planning to never see him again... I know it's for the best...But why do I feel like this? Guilty... If only he knew the truth...Things between us wouldn't be so difficult and I wouldn't have to break up our partnership...But...what if he knew?... Maybe...'
You unsnapped the bracelet from your wrist and held it near your face. "𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠-"
"𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞? 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲."
"𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧-"
He shook his head in disbelief, "𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐭-𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐳𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭."
You lowered the bracelet, "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?"
"𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟, (𝐇/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝟑𝟎-𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫-𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 $𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭. 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬?" He tapped the tip of his beak, "(𝐇/𝐧) 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠? 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝟑𝟎-𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫-𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲."
"...𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧... 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲."
Chisaki looked over in your direction, "𝐘𝐞𝐬."
Uncertainty rushed to your unraveling mind. The dejection welled up. A shard of dubiety pierced your gut, though the edges seemed dull. Where once was peace is emptiness. For a moment, you remained motionless.
"(𝐋/𝐧)."
You cleared your throat, "𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭?"
"𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠."
"𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?"
"𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. (𝐇/𝐧)'𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬."
You blinked a few times, "𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞."
He shook his head, discontented. "𝐀 𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬."
You slapped the bracelet over your wrist and picked up the tablet, internally pondering his narrative. Recalling last night's conversation with the CEO of Tesla, you placed your phone by your ear and pretended to take a call.
"Call Musk."
"𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚊'𝚊𝚖."
"Hey, Elon. I hope I'm not disturbing you. I got sidetracked and forgot to call."
"That's quite alright. Are you on your way to Vegas already?"
"I am. I reviewed the documents your assistant sent and signed them all."
"I'll be more than happy to look over them one final time."
"I look forward to our collaborated project."
"Likewise. Since you have my personal number, we can skip the assistants and directly conduct business between us two."
"I understand."
"If you ever visit again, my door is always open. I'd love to show you around the Tesla Gigafactory and be able to discuss potential projects down the line."
"I would be delighted."
"Safe travels."
You placed the inactive phone on the table.
"𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, (𝐋/𝐧). 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲?"
You shook your head, not looking over.
He continued, "𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, (𝐇/𝐧)'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝟑𝟎 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟐𝟓. 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚."
You timidly returned to the tablet and attempted to work placidly. Chisaki's mind unraveled and his eyes slightly widened. He involuntarily inspected your amenable movements.
'𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 (𝐇/𝐧) 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞... '
The pensive Capo then pored on the double life you've endured this past month. To be both a crime boss and a CEO of two major enterprises. It fascinated him. All that power combined. There was no way someone of your stature would be some meager power-voracious heroine. Where would you have the time?
A person dedicated solely to their occupation. Well-reserved and loyal. The more he peered into your character, the more you reminded him of the same man who granted him a second chance in life.
Dear old Pops.
Was it fate that your paths crossed the same night he met with (U/n)? Mere coincidence? The ingenuousness in those Quirkless eyes of yours surrounded by greedy businessmen and malevolent mobsters was all the more alluring. Your wealth was alluring, but that innocence was the perfect bait. And despite the dangers of being involved in the Underground, this naive billionaire cleaned the Sicilian Mafia's image. How enticing your presence was. Always leaving the Yakuza Capo yearning for more.
He furrowed his brows. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Bound to never happen again. Not to him, at least. It was now or never. He needed you for his plan, but he also needed you closer to him. Or else, he'd lose you.
"𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝?"
Your eyes slowly trailed over to his tie, not wanting to make eye contact. Was he joking? Chisaki's stare kept lingering. You finally looked up and came across his emotionless face.
"𝐎𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬."
"𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬."
"This is your pilot speaking, we will be landing shortly."
"𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝?"
You picked up your phone and walked over to the other side of the cabin.
"Yes."
"𝐌𝐬. (𝐋/𝐧)? 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞?"
You beamed, "𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨..."
Chisaki's eyes looked in your direction.
"𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬."
"𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫."
"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐌𝐬. (𝐋/𝐧)."
"𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞."
The jet had finally landed. The captain and the co-pilot entered the room and opened the door to set up the airstair.
"We'll be here until you've finished, Lady (L/n)."
You shook their hands individually, "Take a break, gentlemen. My men inside can provide whatever accommodation you may need for the time being."
"Thank you so much."
"We greatly appreciate it, Your Grace."
Without looking back, you walked down the staircase. The two pilots turned to the lonely individual.
"𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐢𝐫?"
Chisaki paused for a moment then shook his head. Out of his seat, he fixed his collar and followed you down the staircase.
The Five Bosses stood in formation and kissed your diamond ring.
Big Mike then noticed Chisaki's presence and scowled. "𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. 𝕀𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕐𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕫𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦?"
You turned around, surprised to see the Japanese Capo. He kept his eyes on the ground and scratched his mask with his gloved hand. You smiled and hovered your hand over Chisaki's bicep.
"This is Overhaul, my husband."
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