6 BLACK CARD

Ginnan's screams weren't over yet but the red liquid was already spilling over Renji's thick coat. The wolf fur on his neck that extended to his chest even withered and dripped.

Renji stared at Ginnan for a moment. His golden eyes seemed to want to pounce like a real wolf. Ginnan himself was holding his breath and was afraid to be slapped, but Renji just took a tissue in front of him.

"Be careful next time," Renji said. He rubbed the spill slowly. His gaze withered and returned to drinking leisurely. As if nothing had happened and as if Ginnan wasn't there either.

"Oh... yes..." said Ginnan. He suddenly became concerned about this man. "But I got your jacket dirty? Are you all right?" he asked. Then sat on the chair next to Renji.

"Hm..." Renji muttered without turning his head.

"Your jacket is expensive..."

"I can buy the same one later." Renji's answer was as light as the wind. Even though Ginnan didn't understand prestigious brands, he knew that whatever the man was wearing had to be classy.

"Forgive me."

"Hmm..." Ginnan scratched his head. "By the way, I heard Mr. Han say," he said. "I mean the bartender who served you."

"You said my name?" asked Mr. Han.

"Yes, but don't eavesdrop," said Ginnan. He waved his hand. "Go to work."

"Hish!" protests Mr. Han. But the man attending to the back with his napkin and an empty bottle. "You've been here since last night," said Ginnan. Again starting. "Then overslept and now breakfast with hard wine."

"That is none of your business."

Jeb!

"Oh my . . . that's right," said Ginnan. After silence, awkward. "But still I care. Moreover, your app clearance now looks messier because of what I did. Are you having a problem?"

Not! Renji put down his glass and turned his head. Again that withered look. Stabbed right into Ginnan's eye. The gold gleamed faintly like a candle. "Aren't you looking for my attention?"

"What?"

"With that look, that necklace, and that scent," Renji said. His eyes traced from his eyes, to his neck, and to the perfume-laden chest where Ginnan had focused on spraying it. "Are you trying to beat me up or what?" DEG

"W-What?" Ginnan was shocked. Instantly his face turned red like a tomato. "N-No! I'm a gigolo but specifically for girls. I came here because my friends encouraged me."

"Friends?"

"Yes, one whore and another intending to hire me," Ginnan said trying to convince her. He turned around and pointed to a spot. "It is over there."

DEG

"Are you making excuses?" Renji asked. Even before his heart attack ended. Because Yuka and Lin weren't there anymore. They don't even have any used glasses.

"Damn it! They're traitors! But I'm not lying!" Ginnan said. His eyes were begging for mercy. "Hey, trust me, sir. I'm stuck in this situation."

Instead of listening, Renji saw the necklace wrapped himself.

"You're not bad," Renji said. His left forefinger slid into the necklace and brought the two of them closer together. While his right index finger pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. Die.

"Uh, sir?"

Ginnan closed his eyes, Renji peeked closer. That's intense.

"But, you smell disgusting."

"Hah?"

In one fell swoop, Ginnan fell backward.

"Get away from me."

"Oh my God..." Ginnan rubbed his chest. Renji left leaving a few yen sheets on the table. The man pulled out his cell phone and car contacts from the bar and didn't look back when called for change.

Ginnan was almost emotional. If he didn't see Renji's important card splattered under the chair. Black card. Maybe the man accidentally dropped it while taking the money out of his wallet.

"My God . . . this is a black card," said Ginnan. He gently stroked the card with his finger. "Just how rich is that person?" Without thinking, Ginnan immediately ran and chased. Like instinct. "Hey, Master!" shout Ginnan. He waved loudly and immediately ran off again when Renji started to turn around.

The man was already in front of his black Audi and remained with a straight face.

"Your card! Here! It fell on the floor!"

Renji looked at the sifted Ginnan above breathlessly. The gigolo man laughed happily while wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Your card, right?"

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NB: I recommend reading the author's notes for each chapter as well. Because there are things that are quite important to know.