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The tea's gone Mad

Chapter 11 Unexpected visitor

The footprints lingered on my mind all morning.

Even during work.

I moved on automatic.

All my senses were perked.

I courted young ladies, took them on long walks in the park and had tea with them.

But my mind wasn't in it.

I knew instinctively something was wrong.

Kaoru was with me the entire time.

The boss- Renge Houshakuji- decided to make us a pair.

We were busy all morning and well into lunch.

Which eased some of my concerns but not by much.

There was a feeling in my gut. Something horrible was going to happen today.

"Come on Hikaru." I looked up to see Karou walking with a young woman a few steps ahead of me. "We need to get them back." He smiled as the young girl giggled.

We were escorting the girl and her friend back to their hotel.

"Are you okay?" I looked down at my side to see the girl's friend staring up at me, her eyes filled with worry.

I feigned a smile and took her hand.

"Why of course I am Princess. Let's catch up to Karou."

Together we strode through the glamorized doors and into low lighting.

I cursed beneath my breath.

This was making me uneasy.

"Well ladies I think this is far enough."

Karou smiled and we bowed in sync.

"We hope you two had a lovely time and we hope to see you two again."

Then we left.

Much to my relief.

I sighed and rubbed the palms of my hands into my eyes.

"What now?" I mumbled sourly.

Silently cursing the sun for being so bright.

I just wanted to go home and lock us away from the world.

"We go home."

What?

We go home?

Did I hear him correctly?

"Renge gave us the rest of the day off since we met our quota already." He explained.

Oh.

Good.

So we went home.

Or at least we tried.

We hadn't even gotten through the front door when Father appeared.

He stood in the open doorway.

Tall.

Menacing.

His eyes boring down into us.

Belittling us.

"Father?" Karou whispered.

The tea's gone Mad The tea's gone Mad

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