That hotheaded bodyguard will never learn his lesson. I'm still tapped into to his phone. For this simple reason I was able to hear his phone call on my own phone. I snickered at it. It's pathetic to hear that he still doesn't suspect me. Doesn't he wonder in the least why someone would want to get at Ms. Kimishima? It obviously has to be to get at him. And so I ask, who is someone who would actually want to get at him? That's an easy one. Me. That idiot should realize this stuff. I walked into my apartment complex to see Namie cleaning up her area.
"Did I say your job was done today?" I interrogated.
"No you did not. I am grown woman and can leave whenever I see fits."
"No. I say when you can leave whenever I see fits. I give the paychecks." she scowled and sat back down.
"What more do you want?" she asked with an attitude.
"That's the thing. Nothing." She looked infuriated. I was proud. She tapped her finger upon her desk as she watched me turn my computer on.
"Where were you anyway?"
"Since when were you interested in my whereabouts? Shouldn't you be wondering about Seiji?"
"Leave him out of this! I'm just curious for a change. I smell a woman's sweat." I turned my chair a little to look to her then back to my PC. "So I'm right?" she pressed on.
"You're dismissed for the night."
"O-okay. That's all I wanted to hear anyway." she rose and walked out of my apartment. I looked to my chess board and slowly made my way over there. I looked at to the white queen and king and envisioned Shizuo and Miu. On the other end, I envisioned the black king as me. The black queen was non-existent for she didn't represent anyone. I knocked her off the board. There the black king stood alone.