That Mysterious Guy

Evening...

Spencer driving a sports car leans by Quinn toward the Williams Facility, which he scheduled the meeting tonight.

This is the time the King's Men gathered in one place. Spencer glanced at his rearview mirror and noticed the car behind him, who gave a familiar lighting signal. It is one of the King's Men, so he responded and the car tailing him.

After half an hour driving outside the City, they arrived at the facility, which could view the entire city from that height.

There are other King's Men who just arrived a minute ahead of him. So he waited for his turn for a security check. After they're done, he now proceeds to the scanner area and thoroughly checks next by the security.

Spencer follows the procedure until he finishes and receives permission to enter the parking area inside the facility.

The meeting goes well... afterward; the men went to one of Daichi's pubs to drink all night.

When they arrive in the pub which closed for an exclusive gathering tonight, he strides towards the bar and grabs a whiskey then pours into a glass. He drank it in one go.

"Whoa! What is this? The great President Spencer is planning to get drunk? Unlikely sight!"

"And what is this? The Great President Larius is jesting which not so like him?" he returns the tease.

Larius laughs. "What's the matter?" he asked Spencer afterward.

"Nothing," he answered lazily.

"Come on! Like I didn't know the reason you were sulking," Larius did not give up that Spencer would open up to him.

"Shut up." Spencer brought the bottle and dropped his body to the couch.

Larius Anthony shook his head but follows him and keeps pestering all night, which others join their table.

Morning...

He woke up with a hangover. Damn it. He forgot he had a meeting early in the morning. He even feels fatigued. Is he having the flu?

How lame of him. When does the last time he has a fever? He actually can't remember anymore but today, he felt having one.

'My head...' he groans. He searches for his phone, then dialing his assistant's phone number.

"Jake, where are you?" he asked the person on the other line.

"Boss, I was in the lounge, waiting for you. We have a meeting with our client's less than half of an hour from now, have you forgotten?"

'F.u.c.k it!' he cursed.

"Get me some medicine or anything for fatigue."

The other line stays silent. Jake probably in disbelief and so, Spencer leaves instructions then ended the call.

He needs to send Jake to his meetings today. He thought.

Spencer lay back on his bed and closed his eyes. He hasn't known he would fall asleep again.

He woke up from a good aroma of food that looks was currently cooking. Spencer felt a damp towel on his head. Did Jake put them before he went to the meeting? Ah, why he asked himself?

It is better to check out since he doesn't feel dizzy that much anymore. Spencer gets off his bed, then strides outside toward the mini-kitchen that inclusion to his apartment type suite.

Surprise, he cannot help but adore the person who occupied the kitchen and immersed from stirring the casserole in the stove.

"Doesn't you have a photoshoot today?"

"Ay, Kabayo!" she screamed.

Spencer cannot hold to laugh at her expression. But upon realizing, he wipes the smiles on his lips and wears that poker face he used to show in front of her.

And Deana is kinda feeling disappointed. She was prepared to scold him for startling her, but she saw him laughing. It stunned her seeing his handsome smiling face. However, he quickly switches his moods. She sighed in a secret.

"Are you planning to give me a heart attack? You should at least cough or something to announce your presence," she pouted.

"Ah, my bad. I'm sorry."

Dumbfounded she stays peering at him for half a minute. When does the last time she heard him saying he's sorry? She can't remember any. Because his words must be the rules. She sighed.

"Um... the porridge has done simmering, you can have it first. The stew will follow, the meat hasn't completely softened yet."

"Okay. But you shouldn't have to bother cooking me with those. I can request the kitchen to make them."

Deanna gathered her courage to meet his gaze. "It's fine. My photoshoot ended early, so I can take a break for the day."

"How about your boyfriend? Where is he?" he curious to know.

"Um, he has someone he needs to meet. I heard it was the son of his family's business partners. He was living as got married here and settled for good."

"I see."