Assistant

The morning sunlight has now entered the gaps in the windows in Clara's room. Clara seemed to be wriggling her body when she felt uncomfortable with the sunlight that was now slowly piercing into her eyes.

Clara slowly blinked her eyes, sat up, and woke herself up, who had just woken up from her dreamland.

"What time is it?"

Those were the first words that came out of Clara's mouth as she looked around the room she was currently occupying.

Clara's eyes looked glued to the clock on the wall as if she couldn't believe what she saw. Clara repeatedly rubbed her eyes.

"Oh my gosh, I overslept!" she screamed loudly.

Knock! Knock!

Clara quickly ran towards the bedroom door and opened the door.

Click!

"You, why didn't you wake me up? You know I'll come late to my agency!" snapped Clara suddenly when she found Mr. K was the one at the door.

"Hey, stop yelling at me. How do I know you have to get up early? You didn't tell me last night," said Mr. K trying to contain Clara's sudden anger.

Finally, Clara relented. After all, she was also who was in the wrong for not telling Mr.K beforehand.

Clara walked unsteadily to the bathroom in the corner of the room.

"Hey, troublesome client! I put your change of clothes on the table," shouted Mr. K loudly when he saw Clara, who started to move away from him towards the bathroom.

'Be patient.'

Mr. K left Clara in her room and stepped into the living room.

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Mr.K is now busy fiddling with the owner of the license plate that he remembers following them yesterday. Occasionally Mr.K rubbed his jaw, but his eyes remained focused on the thin rectangular screen in front of him.

'It's like I've known the owner of this car.'

Just now, Mr.K wanted to continue his almost finished search, and suddenly he was surprised by the arrival of Clara in front of him.

"Hey! You startle me, client," said Mr. K spontaneously to Clara.

"How could I startle you?" asked Clara innocently.

Mr.K seemed to take a deep breath and cursed a little so that Clara couldn't hear him.

"Let's go, assistant!" cried Clara, tugging at Mr. K's arm shamelessly.

"Don't call me that," said Mr. K quickly.

"Then what should I call you? Mr. K? Seriously, they'll realize that I hired you to find information about my terrorism," said Clara.

Mr.K seemed to think for a moment. Clara had a point. He also didn't want his identity to be known to many people because, so far, no other client had seen his face directly. Only Clara was the one who finally knew his face.

Don't forget that as long as Clara and Mr. K have been face to face, Mr. K has kept his stance on wearing his sunglasses.

"You can call me Ken," said Mr. K flatly.

Clara, who heard it, could only nod her head.

"Okay, Ken... let's go!" Clara exclaimed with a smile.

'What's wrong with this girl? Her mood changes frequently?'

"Why?" Clara asked, tilting her head.

Mr. K quickly shook his head and neutralized the questions that had crossed his mind.

***

After taking one hour, they arrived at the agency where Clara worked as an actress and modeling.

"Ken remember, you just need to follow me and don't act strange or even suspicious," Clara said as she walked towards the agency's CEO's room.

"Aren't you the one who can look suspicious?" said Mr. K casually, without looking at Clara.

Clara was silent, she knew the young man beside her was not someone who could be said like most people, but still, Clara denied it.

"Up to you."

That word came out of Clara's mouth.

"Clara!!!"

Zrrt.....

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