Chapter 2: Meeting
Mr.K is now monitoring his client from a distance, actually not without reason. Mr.K did not directly meet his client named Clara. It's just that Clara doesn't know that.
Without a doubt, Mr.K replied to an email from Clara, who had just given him an email message.
[Don't move from your place and don't look behind you. I'm watching you]
Clara was just about to stand up shortly after sending a message to Mr.K, but suddenly she immediately sat back after reading the letter that had just entered her email.
'What does that mean? Damn ..., that person followed me.' Clara monologue silently while calming her heart, which honestly felt fear that now haunted her.
"Excuse me, this is your drink, miss," said a waiter, giving her a drink and a tissue.
Clara just nodded her head and thanked the servant.
"Wait for this tissue ..."
Clara's bead rounded at the sight of a writing pen writing on the tissue. Fortunately, Clara was still using her sunglasses, so no one knew about Clara's current direction.
[I'll meet you, but you have to follow my game -Mr.K]
Clara sipped her saliva for a moment and immediately drank the drink she had ordered.
'Aish, I don't like him ordering me, but since there seems to be something wrong, I will follow the game,' Clara monologue in mind.
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From a distance, a young man was wearing a jeans jacket complete with glasses and a mask walking towards Clara's desk.
"Hi Clara, how are you? Have you been waiting for me for a long time?" the young man chirped while slightly lowering his mask.
Honestly, Clara was confused for a moment, but after she remembered the short message given earlier, Clara casually responding to the young man.
"Oh, hey, I guess you didn't come," Clara said, trying to embrace the boy who was taller than her, "Have a seat," continued Clara.
The young man then followed Clara to the seat Clara mentioned.
"So what makes you late?" Clara asked, making small talk.
"There was a friend who met me. He just wanted to hold me until 5 o'clock," said Mr.K with an emphasis sentence on the last word while glancing at the clock he was wearing.
At first, Clara did not understand the code that Mr.K gave, but after several times Mr.K gave the law by referring to the clock he used in his hand, then Clara realized that it was the code he wanted to give her.
Clara quickly answered Mr.K's words,
"A ...-Ah, I see, well this time, I will forgive you."
"Then why do you suddenly want to meet me?"
"Mmm, that's because I've known you for a long time ... so I want you to be my assistant, what do you think ?"
Suddenly Mr.K was shocked, but since Mr.K was a professional, he could manage the look on his shock.
Mr.K knows why Clara wants to make herself her assistant, which is to facilitate the work of Mr.K himself, and also for Clara's security from the terrorist.
"Are you sure? You know that I wasn't a personal assistant of an artist before?" said Mr.K playing his role.
"It doesn't matter, as long as you're the person ... I'll help you," Clara said as naturally as possible.
Clara knew that she followed by people who terrorized her all this time and that it was even more likely that the terrorist was listening to her conversation with Mr.K, for that Clara and Mr.K played their roles as naturally as possible.
"Well, well... I will obey the princess," said Mr.K.
"Thank you, my friend," Clara said, raising her glasses over her hair.
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Chapter 3: Conjecture
Mr.K and Clara are still at the restaurant. Initially, they intended to wait there until the terrorist left. Unfortunately, not followed by their predictions.
The terrorist remains in his position, not even moving in the slightest as if waiting for the right time to make the next move.
Mr.K, who can understand the situation, as soon as possible, takes the next step.
"Hey, how about I took you to your home now? It's been a long time we haven't played together," Mr.K said, giving code to Clara, the client.
Clara, who was responsive, pretended as if she was thinking about considering the answer to Mr.K.
"Alright, I'll come with you ... anyway from tomorrow, you will be my assistant," Clara said casually.
Finally, Clara followed Mr.K's footsteps, and as predicted by Mr.K, the terrorist followed their steps from afar.
'Got it!' murmured Mr.K in his heart.
Mr.K casually opened his car door and invited his client into the car.
In the car, Mr.K immediately wrote something on a piece of paper that he put on the bench of his car, and after that, he gave it to Clara.
'Immediately, you open your jacket. Check if there is a bugging device attached to your jacket, but remember to move as naturally as possible, still, pay attention to your movements, and put your cellphone box in the dashboard in front of you.'
Without a word, Clara did everything instructed by Mr.K.
Without opening his mouth, Clara tried to nudge Mr.K, who was beside her and gave him the code that she found a small bug like a shirt button attached to her jacket.
Mr. K, who saw that immediately put the bug in the dashboard box in front of Clara, where Clara put her cellphone into the dashboard
After being felt safe by Mr.K, then both of them voiced.
"Why did you tap and my cellphone to put it in the dashboard box? Will, they do not hear our conversation?" Clara asked.
"No they will not hear our conversation, I have damaged the frequency of the bug, the box is specifically for scrambling the bug," Mr. K said, while driving his car, besides that Clara seemed to nod her head.
"By the way, you're good at acting Mr.K," Clara teased, "Oh yeah, you don't want to open your sunglasses?" continued Clara satire at Mr.K.
"Of course ... No," Mr.K said with a flat tone.
"Why? You can see my face like this, Not many tablets can see an artist like me from close range," Clara said in an arrogant tone.
"Just so you know, you are fortunate to see my real face up close, because all my clients have never seen my face, even though I have to wear these sunglasses and masks," said Mr.K coldly.
Clara could only blink her bead to hear Mr.K's speech that seemed to hit him with his words earlier.
'Lucky? He joked, 'Clara grumbled to herself.
"What is your plan ?" Clara asked curtly, folding her hand over her chest.
"You just see. Oh yeah, after I searched your data like there is an identity that you hid from the public?" Mr.K asked sharply without glancing at Clara.
Clara seemed to sip her saliva for a moment. She knew that Mr.K would find out the identity he had been hiding from the public because, after all, his real character was what was threatening him according to his feelings.
"Yes, there is."
"As I thought, it looks like you already know the possibility of your lighting has related to your identity that you hide from the public as long as you become an artist," said Mr. K with ease.
Clara ignored Mr.K's statement, but only shrugged her shoulders as if he were ignorant of what Mr.K said.
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