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Oscar growled a little, when he heard the door of his room being knocked from outside. If Naomi usually will immediately enter without permission let alone knock the door. But this one tumben knocked.


Does that mean that outside isn't Naomi?


"Osh!" Back there was a knock on the door and Mitch's voice calling for Oscar from outside.


"Yes!" Answer Oscar lazily. Oscar groaned a little before the man got up and opened the door.


"What's Mitch doing?" Ask Oscar to the point at Naomi's boyfriend.


"You've got a schedule to meet Madame Brennen today." Mitch reminded.


"Yes, I remember!" Oscar is rough with his hair.


"Naomi asked me to deliver a shirt for you to wear today." Mitch changed out a suit that seemed to have just come out of the boutique at the Oscars.


"Thank you, Mitch!" Oscar to the Point.


"And you stink of alcohol! Didn't Naomi forbid you to drink and drink?" Mitch warns Oscar who snorts immediately.


"It's none of your business!" Oscar stared fiercely at Mitch, along with Jesslyn's voice coming from downstairs.


"Mom!"


"Mom!!" Jesslyn screamed for her mother who was still lying in the hospital.


It's like a chick lost its mother.


Mitch says nothing more to Oscar and the man goes downstairs to Jesslyn. Oscar was wondering if Jesslyn would want to talk to Mitch right now, considering the nine-year-old girl who never wanted to talk to the men in this house, except for the driver who drove him to school every day.


"Jess!"


"Mom!" Jesslyn still yells at Naomi and ignores Mitch's reprimand.


"Mom wasn't home" Mitch told Jesslyn, who remained stubborn and kept calling her Mom. The girl also goes in and out of Naomi's room and doesn't seem to care for Mitch who is still trying to tell her.


If Oscar were Mitch, maybe Oscar would just leave that stubborn girl!


"Mom! Mommy!" Jess keeps yelling for her Mommy and Oscar, who is already listening, returns to the room to get ready. Oscar will meet Madame Brennen and finally all the desires that some days Oscar can bear will be ventured this afternoon in the office of Madame Brennen.


It must have been more fun, when Oscar hooked the forty-year-old woman on his desk.


Oscar is really impatient!


"Mom!" Jesslyn was still stubborn and kept calling her Mom, as Oscar came down from the second floor.


"Jess, listen to me! Mom's not home and there's no point yelling like that!" Mitch was still so patiently persuading and telling Jesslyn.


Maybe Oscar's guess about Mitch who is Jesslyn's real father has a point.


"I'm not talking to you!" Jesslyn pointed a fierce finger at Mitch. You fierce and stubborn girl!


"Mom! Mommy!" Jesslyn began to get frustrated calling her Mom who never came.


"Just leave that stubborn girl, Mitch!" Excited Oscar who immediately received a fierce delicacy from Jesslyn.


"What's? Your mommy's not home! He's in-"


"Oscars!" Tegur Mitch tells Oscar who wants to say where Naomi is.


"Your mommy's got needs outside, Jess! Maybe the day after he just came home," Mitch again explained patiently to Jesslyn who finally stopped calling her Mom.


A little more calm!


"You heard that, Miss is stubborn! Your mommy's just coming home the day after tomorrow!" Oscar repeats Mitch's explanation to Jesslyn and what happens next is totally up to Oscar's guess.


Jesslyn quickly walked into her room and slammed the door. You angry girl!


"Naomi told me not to say anything to Jess!" Mitch again warns Oscar, whispering.


"Yes! I remember!" Oscar points at Mitch and looks at him cynically.


"You shouldn't waste your energy trying to persuade or try to talk to Jess!"


"She's a grumpy, stubborn girl!" Oscar laughs cynically, then passes in front of Mitch. But just a few steps the man walked, he again stopped his steps.


"Unless Jess is your daughter, maybe it'll be another story, huh?" Oscar's chuckles at Mitch before the man continues his steps and leaves Naomi's house. The driver who was going to drive Oscar was ready, and not long after, the car had driven to Madame Brennen's office.


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