Agatha Anderson
Agatha Anderson

I like my life now.

Don't screw.

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No one should be on the same floor as him because he is the only one on the 27th floor.

"Miss Agatha Anderson."

It was not a greeting but rather a statement that this man made sure he had found the right person.

"Who are you?" agatha asked who stepped out of the elevator and stopped to stare at her interlocutor.

The man smiled faintly. Then extended his hand to Agatha.

"Christopher Winston."

Agatha frowned looking at the man before her. Today was really crazy even it seemed like the madness was not over yet. Agatha took her phone from inside the bag ignoring the helping hand of this man before her and immediately sought someone's contact.

Feeling that Agatha would not return her handshake, the handsome man smiled and then pulled her hand and put it in his pocket.

"Hello Miss Magritha, I want to ask why do you allow strangers to be on my floor? Didn't I tell you that there is no access other than me?!" pissed-off.

"Sorry Miss Anderson, we have complied with your request as our priority service but Mr. Winston has private access to your apartment. We've verified and checked his validity."

Hearing that Agatha immediately looked at the man before her who was still holding a line of smiles at the end of her lips. Turning off her phone unhappily Agatha folded both hands in front of her chest and directed a sharp look at the man.

"Isn't it disrespectful and criminal to break into someone's privacy with fraud?"

"This is not a crime Miss Anderson."

"Then what? Who are you paid for by? JH company? Wright Company's? CJ&co's? Or anyone else?" agatha asked sharply and interrogated.

"Not from anyone Miss Anderson," the man replied still with a faint smile. "For a woman who lives alone, you are brave enough. Even to a stranger you don't seem to be afraid of many names as a threat."

Agatha smiled skewedly at the sarcasm.

"Stop your stale bases and say your purpose. Kidnap? Blackmailing? Or maybe kill? Although it doesn't seem to be reflected in your appearance, but I think criminals are now better at disguising themselves," he said sharply.

The man chuckled softly hearing all the accusations of Agatha. Then took one step closer to Agatha, again extending her hand to shake hands.

"Can I introduce my self Miss Anderson?"

Agatha had no idea what the motives of this foreign man were and how she could enter her privacy territory so easily. But it's crazy enough that the man can come here just for the purpose of getting acquainted.

As if he could read Agatha's thoughts, the man looked at Agatha trying to convince her. "Your questions will be answered if you will accept my handshake."

Still with a sharp gaze Agatha slowly extended her hand to return the handshake of the man before her.

"There is no need to mention the name, because you already know who I am" said Agatha who quickly pulled her hand again.

"All right, and you know enough and remember my name. Christopher Stefan Winston's. The man who will marry you Miss Anderson."

Hearing the sentence that came out from the mouth of the man before her, it felt like there was a bell on the head of Agatha right now.

"How dare you speak so presumptuously as that, so insolent for someone who has just met. Oh wait!  Winston?"

Agatha suddenly regained consciousness and remembered a name that had been spoken by Gabriel. Winston's family, the one who filed the marriage proposal with him.

Damn it!

God fucking.

How could?

"Seeing your surprise seems like quite an introduction to us today Miss Anderson. I'll say goodbye now, so I'll see you later."

The man smiled, lowering his head briefly before disappearing into the elevator. Leaving Agatha in a state of shock and just standing still.

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Agatha soaked in her bath-up filled with the scent of roses. Drowning his entire body leaving his head, he should have indulged himself and disposed of all his stress but his head contained dozens of questions over the events of today.

He was already going berserk after the departure of the 'Winston' man earlier but his body fatigue was more domineering to immediately relax.

Agatha got up, grabbed the bathrobe and put it on and walked out to her room. At the reach of the phone lying on the bed, intending to immediately interrogate Joshua and Gabriel but stopped when he saw the notification message from a foreign number on his phone.

"I think you're in a bad mood now,

Miss Anderson."

"It's my contact, Christopher Winston."

"Save it, because maybe from now on I will contact you often. And one more thing, sorry to surprise you earlier.

And just now, I didn't mean to scare you."

Again.

Agatha saw how this man even had his personal mobile number. Impatiently on Joshua's phone.

"Yah! Tell me what lies and tricks are you doing behind my back?"

"Agatha, without a sudden greeting...?"

Agatha snorted dejectedly, "Tell me do you dare to spread my access to privacy?"

"Agatha you're accusing me all of a sudden? Waita!What happened to you? I don't understand, what's wrong?" Joshua sounded confused at the end there.

"There is a stranger and he is here. He's in my apartment."

"HUH?!"

"He even has my personal contacts."

"Agatha, don't joke. I'm going there now! Wait for me, okay!"

"No need Josh, he's already gone."

"HUH? Are you really okay?"

"Yeah Josh, but looks like I'm not," Agatha sighed softly, hearing Joshua's panicked tone she knew for sure that it wasn't her best friend who leaked her privacy.

"I'll be there, wait a minute."

"No need Josh's. It's late, I don't want to interrupt your break. But for your information, he is Christopher Winston."

"Yeah."

"Winston's family proposed to you?"

"Hm."

"But how did he get in and be in your apartment?"

"So you didn't give me my personal information?"

"Agatha! I'm your friend! Best friend you ever had! Although as your employee I can be bribed by money though, but I will never do it, you know me so well Agatha."

"Well, yeah I know. Just wanted to make sure."

"You doubt me after all this time we've been together?"

"No Josh, it's not just that this is the craziest day that happened! Minted. And I'm too tired."

"Agatha, rest."

"Okay, sorry to suspect you. See you tomorrow Josh."

Once again Agatha exhaled and she immediately changed to contact her brother, Gabriel.

"Hey my little princess, my sweetheart, my love, what's up?"

"Stop calling me that."

Gabriel chuckled at the end there, "No way, that's my favorite call. But what's up? You don't usually bother me at nights like this."

"******* you! Explain to me why did you do this to me, Gab? As hateful and regrettable as you are to me?" Agatha did not care about her brother's protest after hearing him swearing.

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand, try to explain well my dear sister, say slowly."

"Still pretending not to understand? You're outrageous this time Gab. Why would you give my apartment access number and my personal mobile number to a stranger?"

"Give access-what!? Who's apartment access to?"

"Stop pretending Gab, you're outrageous!" agatha's high tone sounded and it wasn't a good sign for Gabriel.

"You! Why give my apartment access to that guy! It's a violation of Gab's privacy, and it's not polite AT ALL!"

"Wow, wait! Agatha, I really don't understand what and who you mean!"

"Acclesiastical Winston! He's in my apartment and I'm 1000% sure it's you Gab!"

"Eh-what?!"

"She was in my apartment, dialed my personal number and blatantly said she was going to marry me. Whose crazy idea do you think it is?" his spray on the brother with accusatory intonation.

"Agatha calm down first. I never gave anyone access including Arthur. You sure?"

"You think I'm so bored that I'm recklessly accusing others?"

"Agatha quiet..."

"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN STRANGERS CAN GET IN AND OUT OF MY HOUSE GAB?!" agatha shouted in the end. She was very upset at her brother, not at all concerned that he hated complicated things like this. After all the proposal was even heard two days ago and only this afternoon did they talk about it and now the man dared to act this far? Maddened. And Agatha was increasingly convinced to reject him.

"Agatha you're worrying me. I'm there now and we're talking about it."

Agatha ended her phone call with Gabriel and is now waiting for her brother to arrive. Why did this Winston suddenly come up with all the news and mess up his day?

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Agatha looked at Gabriel irritatedly before finally walking towards her desk taking a cigarette from the drawer, lighting it up, sucking it in and then exhaling it slowly. It made Gabriel cough because he couldn't stand the cigarette smoke.

"Then who? I've asked Joshua and he didn't."

"Yeah, of course Joshua could have dared to do this so far even if my father or I asked for it. He must have refused and chose to deny and then take your side" Gabriel replied, recalling the man who became his sister's best friend.

Both were silent, one was busy with his cigarette while one was busy enjoying his whisky.

"You want to move into the main house for a while?" bargain Gabriel with a smile at the corner of his lips because he knew what answer his sister would give him.

"No. Come back to life with you and I'll just drive me crazy every day. Thanks," Agatha's reply made Gabriel chuckle, though now she was beginning to think that what Agatha said was true then this meant a threatening invasion of privacy right? He could not bear to leave Agatha alone.

"Do you want to give me extra care? I'll put some of my best guards here."

Agatha looked at Gabriel and smiled, "Thank you Gab," then exhaled another puff of smoke right in front of her sister.

"Agatha! Uhuk! Shit, don't blow that foul smoke in my face! Uhukk!" Gabriel flicked his hand to dispel the puff of cigarette smoke in the air. It's always like this, really their personality sometimes seems to be reversed between who likes cigarettes and not.

Oh, and the cigarette problem.

I'm sorry if Agatha who is a woman full of prestige, beauty and classy suddenly appeared with her cigarette. You have to remember that she is not a woman with an ordinary personality.

And it's not new or taboo for people who've known him for a long time, because for him cigarettes are the best escape when he feels he's gone too crazy, it is also her best choice to avoid alcoholic beverages even though she has a fairly high tolerance but Agatha hates to get drunk.

Even if it is equally bad, but for Agatha the puff of cigarettes is better than losing sanity and awareness that can lead to problems.

"Honestly, I haven't even met young Winston in person. I only knew about him from Arthur and of course from that proposal. If you think I'm lying, then the answer is no. I'm just as surprised as you are, but come on Agatha don't you want to try it out for a proposal this time?"

"Try for what? You know I hate all those crazy things called weddings."

"Agatha, isn't it time you tried to re-take love?"

Agatha rotated her eyeballs hearing Gabriel's words. New love? What kind of one? For Agatha her life had no new beginning. He is enjoying his life at the moment.

After Gabriel's return, Agatha plans to go to sleep when a message notification appears on her phone.

"Have a nice sleep Agatha.

I don't think if I both you now, and just wanna say that I'm not a bastard, okay?"

Agatha was annoyed, enough for her to know that this guy was such a shitty stalker. Agatha was not sure if this Winston family was indeed a respectable family with this kind of behavior.

He dared to disturb her so far so personally.

Agatha threw her cell phone, closed her eyes and forced her to sleep, though her head was now spinning everywhere.

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