I said goodbye to Taeng and headed home. As soon as I arrived, I checked the bus schedule—thankfully, buses ran every 30 minutes.
"Perfect," I muttered to myself, relieved.
I gathered the documents I needed to bring to Chak, carefully placing them in a folder and then into my bag. I didn't even want to imagine what would happen if I forgot them. Something told me Chak wouldn't have much patience for that kind of mistake.
I quickly prepared a mixed salad for dinner, and just a few minutes later, Leo jumped onto the table. I picked him up and stroked his fur.
"Just a few more hours, and we'll both be prisoners at Chak's place," I sighed.
Leo simply purred and curled up beside me.
After finishing my meal, I cleaned up, took a shower, and went to bed. I had no idea when I fell asleep—I just knew I was out faster than expected.
The night passed in an instant.
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. Slowly, I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock.
**6:45.**
"Oh no…"
"overslept"
Panicked, I jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed a brown T-shirt and black-brown pants. I carefully placed Leo in my backpack and scanned my apartment to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything. After throwing on a hoodie, grabbing my bag and suitcase, I rushed out the door.
Chak is going to kill me.
Just as I arrived at the bus stop, the bus pulled up. "Thank God," I breathed out and quickly stepped on.
The ride lasted ten minutes, but it felt like the longest ten minutes of my life.
Once I got off, I pulled out my phone to check the address again. Slowly, I walked through the wealthy neighborhood, searching for house number 17. When I finally spotted it, I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
But as I got closer, my eyes widened.
This is where Chak lives?!
The house was massive—black and gray, with large black-tinted windows and a sleek, modern design. The yard was perfectly manicured, but it felt cold and unwelcoming.
I stepped up to the door and rang the bell.
The gate slowly opened, and my heart skipped a beat.
There was no turning back now.
With slow yet nervous steps, I walked across the stone pathway leading to the entrance. I rang the doorbell again, and soon enough, the door swung open—revealing Chak.
I only needed one look at him to know what kind of mood he was in.
He was furious.
"You're late," he said coldly. His voice wasn't raised, but the tension in the air was unmistakable.
"I know, sir. I… overslept," I admitted nervously.
Chak gave a small nod, silently motioning for me to enter. I stepped inside quickly and followed him.
An enormous hallway stretched before me.
At the far end, I could see a wall entirely covered with windows, allowing natural light to illuminate the otherwise dark interior. I had never been in such a grand house before.
Chak's home surprised me.
The interior was decorated in dark tones, with various pieces of artwork hanging on the walls, adding to the serious and cold atmosphere.
At the end of the hallway, I glanced to the left.
There it was—a massive, modern black-and-gray kitchen.
And across from it, an impressive dining area with a large black table adorned with glass decor, surrounded by sleek gray chairs.
I froze in place.