Not Glass Cans

56. Lavender Armature

This is the pain of home-grown lackeys like me. Less gratitude for my master's penchant.

"Why, El. You pissed?!" My daydreams were spoiled with Garrick's reprimand on me. His body was looming right in front of me.

"Yes, boss! Not free with my day off! Early in the morning leave, with you.now go home evenings with you!" I'm a sense of unstoppable tightness. But I let go of my crying. Garrick looked at me. His dark brown eyes stared for quite a while. We fought eye-to-eye and fell silent without a word. My eyes are burning on him.

" Ilsi !" This obedience was broken by someone's call to me. We looked at it together. Climbing in the chest. The one who came suddenly, Anthony Lung ! That oriental handsome guy has been standing real next to me. Instantly my fed-up shadow appeared again to Lung.

"Lang! You said no down!" Garrick's getting away from me. Get closer to Anthony.

"If honest. You must be hiding him, Rick!" Anthony pointed at me with his chin.

"I've never hidden it, Lung! He himself doesn't want to see you!" Garrick shifted a step, slightly closing Anthony Lung's gaze to me.

"El, was it true a week ago, Garrick delivered my message to meet you, and you refused?" Lung shifted a step and could probably be content to look at me. My brain is working. As soon as possible, Garrick is my master. And the trick was on Lung, maybe to help me.

"Yes, bang Lung. I was not at the hotel at the time. I was so tired, so I chose to rest at home." I don't call any more Anthony Lung, but bang, it suits him. About a week ago I was accompanying Daehan. And I was tired and sleepy.

"Did Garrick really tell you, El?" Anthony asked very gently, looking at me as well as gently. A momentary worry on the continuation of my answer. I didn't see Garrick's facial expression, only his straight back I saw. I feel like I'm stuck in a defense for myself.

"Right, bang Lung!" It's wet, it's wet now. There was a tinge of disappointment on Anthony Lung's white face.

"Alright, El. Then what if this time you accompany dinner? I'm so hungry, El." Anthony Lung looked at me.

"Come, El. I specifically went down to the dock just to meet you. I have something to talk to you about." Anthony Lung spoke softly. That handsome face kept on caving at me. Garrick is still on my back. My disappointment in Garrick shifted my disgust towards Anthony Lung for a moment.

"Alright, bang Lung. But don't ever do anything to me again. Just dinner!" I looked intently at Anthony Lung, as if demanding the accuracy of his promise whether life or death.

"Yes, El.This time I won't let you down. I'm sorry it was." Lung was gone for a moment, only her words remained. Closed by Garrick who was turning his body suddenly facing me.

Garrick stared intently at my eyes. Nothing was said from his mouth. Wishing that he would forbid me to go with Anthony Lung, was a waste I thought.

"Come, El. Come with me, night hunt!" Lung has been standing next to us.

"Lung, I'm coming with you!" Garrick exclaimed as I stretched out my suit and briefcase in my hand to him. Garrick passed by ignoring, the suit and bag in the hand that I stretched out, slightly slashed by his big arm. I raised my heart for his ridiculous attitude.

Lung and I were walking in the back and Garrick was in the front. I looked at his back, I said thank you to him in my heart. With him coming with us, it feels very calm this soul. With me holding my smile, she's now a mosquito repellent for me. Lavender is haunted that even flies are afraid of her.

Garrick's or Anthony Lung's destination resto was the one I visited with Juan that day, with Garrick and Grace.

Anthony Lung dragged the chair so I could sit across from him. Garrick dragged himself in his chair while looking at me. It's my day off, so close my service to him. Before sitting down, I put the coat on the back of his chair and I put the briefcase in his hand. Garrick just silently accepted. I quickly sat down with the gaze of Anthony Lung who kept following.

While having dinner, Garrick continues to chat with Lung. Garrick always throws Lung with a lot of questions about stock items and marketing done. Lung seemed forced to answer all my master's questions by occasionally looking at me. Maybe for Anthony Lung, Garrick is an useless, toxic-burning baygon!