" Hell no. Like the rumor of being gay," he said, pretending to pull down his pants. "Go on, close your eyes, gay friend."
"Are you gay?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I am. Do you want to try it? Why don't I give you a—"
"Stop that!" Kyle interrupted quickly.
Cody burst out laughing. "Hahaha!"
"Now seriously," Kyle said, trying to regain his composure, "why are you here?"
"Okay, fine. I'm here for something."
"And what's that?" he asked, loosing his belt.
"Rose."
"Oh no," he stop losing it.
"Did she send you a letter?"kyle asked.
"Yes, she gave it to me to give to you. Did she tell you?"
"But you didn't give it to me." he said
"Yeah, you were busy."
"And you could give that to me anytime, even when I'm studying."
"Are you angry at me?"
"Yes, I am. You know she's..."
"that's the past. And now you like a different girl, hmm?"
"So....so what?."
"dude .its Sophie..Seriously?"
"Okay, I'm sorry, man," he apologized, watching Kyle's face frown. "I'm sorry."
"You have to make it up to me."
"What's that?"
"You have to find a girlfriend before the week ends, and you have to end the rumor that you're gay."
"Seriously?" he said, being called the handsomest man alive.
Cody smiled, admiring the truth as he leaned on the wall.
"So we have a deal?"
"You have a deal."
"I'm Leaving," he replied, putting his phone down.
"Now go, I'm going to take a bath."
"Yeah," he left.
A few minutes later,
'tim come out from my kitchen cabinet.'' he said, drinking hot coffee.
Ding... — the sound of someone leaving the cabinet.
"Hi, Cody," he smiled.
"Who let you in?"
"Those bloody guards of yours almost—."
"Who let you in?"
"I told them I'm your brother, but they didn't believe me. Don't they see my handsome face?" he turned his face toward Cody.
"For the last time, who let you in?"
"You can either welcome me, or if you want, sue them or fire them."
"Timothy."
And he called his full name.
"Ahh, Cody."
"OK, I ran through the—"
"Leave."
"I'm sorry. I came here for—"
"Money?"
"No, to see my big bro!"
"I don't need to see you."
"Cody, I want to leave here with you."
"No."
"Please?" he pouted.
****
Brian called Lucy after sighting her from a distance. He quickly adjusted his bag and the uniform so he could look presentable.
"Lucy, Lucy! Do you remember me?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
Lucy turned around, her eyes fixed on her phone as she scrolled through it. She knew he was standing right next to her.
What did he want again?
"Hey Brian, could you just back off?"
"And who are you?"
"Someone. Leave."
"Hi," he introduced himself again, but his voice was now more mature.
She took a deep sigh and stood up.
"Wait," she said, dragging her shirt. "Don't you speak to boys? Are you a lesbian?" he asked, but her lip moved up a little. Was she really a gay.
"???"
"You don't speak to people apart from your phone?"
But Vicky's expression changed, her eyes flashing with anger. She stared at Brian, her eyes wide with indignation.
"I'm just joking!" Brian held up his hands in defense. "I didn't mean to—"
But Vicky didn't respond. She just kept staring at her phone, expression unreadable.
Brian tried again. "Do you have an American boyfriend?" he asked, but Vicky remained silent.
Brian sensed that he had touched a sensitive topic. "Do you have a family?"
"You know what? You're not only a stalker but a pervert."
"Uh??" he uttered, looking dumbfounded.
"The next time you talk to me, I may sue you," she said as she stormed off.
"im i really a stalker?"he asked himself
yeah definitely.
*****
"Take these," Cody said, handing over some files to Alva. "And also this." He passed her a love necklace.
The love necklace featured a brilliant diamond at its center, shining brightly like a star. The diamond was set in 18-karat gold, with a delicate chain that added to its elegance. When light hit it, the diamond sparkled and shone, radiating beauty and love.
It looked so beautiful. Can I have it, please? I thought. Nope, I should be serious but... uh...
Why is he giving me a love necklace?
After handing me the necklace, I asked, "Why are you giving this to me?"
He replied, "Keep it for me."
I was taken aback by his response and asked, "Why?" His expression didn't change, but I sensed a hint of annoyance. I decided to drop the matter and accepted the necklace. As I turned to leave, he instructed me to bring him snacks and food. I found this request amusing, thinking to myself, Can't he just get it himself? As I walked away, I heard him say, "Water it yourself." I chuckled, thinking it was a joke.
Later, I headed to Cateria, a local diner, to pick up his food. After grabbing his order, I returned to him.
It seemed like a usual errand, but I couldn't stop thinking about the necklace and what it meant.
Who did it originally belong to? I wondered. Was it meant for his boyfriend? Or maybe a secret admirer? I tried to brush off the thought, but my curiosity lingered. It seemed unlikely he'd give such a meaningful gift to just his assistant. No, the necklace felt too personal, too sentimental.
While I was still thinking about it, Cody handed me another file. "Take this file and work on it," he said, without mentioning the necklace again.
I took the file from his hand, still wondering what I was supposed to do with it. He hadn't given me any instructions — just, "Take this file and do it." I was confused. Did he want me to photocopy it, print it, or something else?
Being an introvert, I didn't want to go back and ask him, so I took the file to one of the office workers. "Could you please print this out in Spanish?" I asked.
The worker, a man with smooth lips, dark blue eyes, and long hair, nodded and took the file from me. He efficiently printed the contents and handed the pages back with a smile.
I thanked him and headed to the kitchen, then made my way to the CEO's office to deliver the file.
The moment I walked in, I could sense his anger. His face was red, his eyes blazing. He snatched the file from me, scanned the pages, and suddenly crumpled them in his fist before slamming them onto the desk.
"Are you alright?" he thundered. "What's wrong with you? Why did you print this out?"
I stood there, frozen. I had no idea what to say.
His anger was intense, the air heavy with tension. "Get out of here!" he barked, and I obeyed without hesitation.
As I walked away, I felt a wave of sadness wash over me. Maybe I should've asked for clarification. Still, I was frustrated that he hadn't explained what he wanted in the first place.
Instead, he chose to lash out and dismiss me like I didn't matter. I glanced back and saw him tapping away on his phone, probably messaging friends like nothing had happened.
I couldn't help but wonder: Had I actually made a mistake, or was he just having a bad day? Either way, it didn't feel right.