Heir

Little leaf is an old one-storey motel, standing high on the outskirts of the city, don't get swayed by its worn-off paints and those old broken iron doors, it's a VIP-only club run by Coeus construction subsidiaries. They're good at hiding absolutely everything, they're the one that cleans up after the mess.

"Password mam," two heavily built guards, dressed in black suits posing ahead to the main elevator of that club's underground wing, asked for the password as soon as I reached there to get the excess. I turned over my phone and showed them a text I received earlier.

"Welcome Miss! presidential suite number twenty is ready," they replied, bowing their heads, and shifted aside from the door to provide me with a way in.

Its dark gothic interior would be made it impossible to find a way out if you're new here.

"Have a good day Lady," the waitress said, holding the door of the suite titled as twenty for me.

"Thanks," I replied, getting inside, and she closed the door after me, bowing her head with overwhelmed courtesy.

"This door seperates our world," I thought,and nodded in response too.

"Sit," a voice ordered from behind the black glass which was separating the entire suite from the sitting area.

Her voice broke the thaw of silence.

I quietly moved to the black leather couch of the sitting area.

"Did you find anything?" she interrogated me from behind the black mirror which hides her face successfully.

"It's been just a day," I replied, holding my hands over my knees.

"A day which has twenty-four hours, when you claim you are extraordinary you can take care of anything twenty-four hours is a lot,

"I'm impatient, get your hands on something, before I throw you back into that hell again," she shouted at me.

"I need more information, they're three hundred boys in the school, everyone connected to Coeus one way or another," I declared.

"Huh," she mused for quite a minute.

"They have very elaborative records on every student, regarding their previous academic performances, in the director's office," she replied.

"Do you want me to break in there?" I asked, widening my eyes.

"Don't tell me, you get me out of there to just steal something," I scoffed.

"Huh, because I needed a child you're perfect I can't possibly leash a gang over there premises when I know whose school is that?" she replied.

"Don't run your mind, get me records?" She cuts me off.

"Should I know something else too," I asked?

"You'll need a teacher's card to get inside the office."

"I'll get them before this week," I said, standing up from the couch to leave.

I took a pause, before leaving I had no idea why I asked her such a thing, when we already had the deal, I get the money she gets the identity.

"Can you get me out of this hell?"

"I already got you out, it's you who will pave the way forward," she replied.

"Huh," I replied, curling my fingers tightly around the handle, I continued again pumping my courage.

"Why is that boy so important?"

"You should learn something from your scar, you don't mess with the wrong people when you're just a kid which can be thrown out in no time,"

"Be a docile dog not a tiger, a hound is of no use if it bites it's owner,"

"I didn't pay you to interrogate me, it's better if he stays a stranger to you," she replied, wittingly.

"Sure!" I replied.

"Unfortunately I've other thoughts," I said to myself.

The more impatient you are the more his worth is.

Is it a mirage of beautiful future or another, I'd let the nature takes it's course on it.

"You should leave when it's almost time for your class," she said.

"Sure mam, Have a good day!" I replied.

***

"When did the Russian Red October revolution start," Ms Ruby asked the last question of our class discussion assignment.

"October 25," Hyun-woo replied sharply.

"November 7, in reference to the Gregorian calendar, October 25 was because they were using the Julian calendar, at that time" I replied.

"Perfect and when did they stop using the Julian calendar?" she asked, with a gentle smile.

"On 14 February 1918, the Gregorian calendar was implemented in Russia," I replied, cracking my knuckles.

"Calendars are not in our curriculum," Hyun-woo intervened.

"Well, if your competitors know out of the curriculum and you should too," Ms Ruby insisted.

"Maybe you'd say this candidly in the discipline board meeting too, uh?" he asked.

"Hyun-woo," Ms Lee raised her voice.

"I can not let my grades slip for something out of our curriculum," he insisted.

"Maybe Mr Hyun-woo has some legitimate problems with my questionnaire, so it'll be excluded from today's assessment," Ms Lee quipped.

"You are studious, no one has ever got the first position since Hyun-woo transferred here" Park Yoo-jung congratulated me half-heartedly, shifting to my seat.

"Huh," I mumbled.

"Do you want to join us for lunch?" she asked.

"I have a headache, maybe after some medicine," I said, standing up from my desk and taking the hallway towards the infirmary.

She scowl in disbelief.

"What does she thinks of herself?" she said, as soon as I moved out of the class.

"Can I come in?" I asked, knocking on the door.

No one answered for a moment, I unlocked the door slowly, the door opened with a creak and I got in to wait for him.

"What no one is there?" I mumbled getting close to the seats opposite Mr Chan's table. Mr Yong Chan is in charge of the school's infirmary.

"Dr Yong Chan," his card was laying on the table along with tons of paper of some thesis, a stethoscope and a bunch of pens, and an aesthetically most beautiful snow globe resting over the edge of the table alongside a bunch of candies.

"He is clumsier than I thought," I said, with a scoff and sneaked the card in my blazer's pocket along with candies.

"We'll talk inside," I heard a conversation outside the ward alongside the footsteps which were approaching the door.

"Not now," I said, and hurried towards the bed of the infirmary and closed the curtains partially around it.

The door opened and slammed hard after someone got in.

"What's this, you lost to a girl?" a woman yelled in a shrill voice throwing off a daily assessment card on the floor.

"Hyun-woo get a grip, son your performance keep going down."

"Hyun-woo," I thought, curling my lips out.

"She replied just an answer correctly, I replied correctly too and I just didn't consider the other one as an answer," he commented.

"This is Hyun-woo," I thought, curling out my upper lip, a pious son he was.

"Do you know how hard I worked to pull all the elite universities to come this term? The topper of this are cherry picker by Ivy colleges Hyun-woo,"

"Park Hyun-woo," she shouted.

"Pull yourself together, if you don't want to throw both of us in pandemonium," she insisted.

"It won't happen again, I'll take care of her," he replied, quietly as a perfect amiable son.

"How's your scars?" she asked, folding his sleeves.

"I'm good," he shook her efforts off.

"That's my son, your dad is coming home this weekend, make sure not to upset him, you have to be a perfect son, uh," she continued, with a heavy voice.

"Don't give him any chance to raise his hand,"

"We'll show him no one is better than us, specifically his son Yoon Cheol."

"Mom, I can handle him, but I've to leave for a class now," he replied, cutting her off.

"Huh okay, my son," she said, sniffing.

"I'm leaving already go….," she said, clearing her throat, leaving him behind.

"Urgh," Hyun-woo shouted and pushed everything on the floor from the table.

"Yoon Cheol…Yoon Cheol…Yoon Cheol," he shouted, breathing heavily.

"Well that was quite a show," I said, coming out from behind the curtains.

He stared at it me with bared teeth. I was hardly the object of his attention at that time.

"What a mess?" I sighed, the paper from the table was running around the whole room, the snow globe was broken, pens were clattering around the table along the stethoscope, and blood was dripping from his fingers.

I made my way towards the door trying not to disturb the mess.

"What a mess really," I thought, opening the door carefully to avoid the blood on the floor.

***

I shifted myself to the corner of the cafeteria trying to make sure I could avoid all the attention.

I ate a spoonful of rice while looking at my phone.

"What a nice day, next mega politician abusing his son!" I said, chewing as rice melts in my mouth.

Hyun-woo gets up in the middle of eating and starts to move towards the corner of the cafeteria.

"Where is he coming in the middle of it?" I turned over the screen of my phone and put it on the table.

The whole cafeteria glued their eyes to him as he finally shifted towards my table. Rumours brew as it certainly was the most entertaining event for them.

"I think we need to talk," he said, sitting against my table.