
Dario and Shan looked at each other. Eavesdropping mission begins.
From back there, covered by a transverse wooden ornament and old bohemian cloths stretched out, the four figures they could hear clearly.
There are seven paid visitors in the setting so that this luxury cafe does not look rented. Seven visitors split into tables. Some looked serious facing the laptop, some were reading a book, and some were eating seriously.
"Hey, how are you, sir." Someone seemed to say hello. Travis Topper the old dad.
"Oh, this is how I am." There was a sound of laughter. Lady Maria just shut up. Maybe still upset.
"Wow, and Madam. Amd looks younger. Please sit down." There was a sound of the chair being pulled. Apparently Travis is pulling a chair for mistress Maria.
"Ah, it could be. I'm old and wrinkled. What a beautiful thing," he said with a contrived laugh. He was also happy to get compliments. There is no woman in this world who is not happy to be beautiful.
Dario looked back. From behind the glaring cloth they could be seen sitting around the table and laughing chortling familiarly. What a stirring talk.
Dario wanted the conversation to get to the point immediately. He could actually just leave this job to Shan. Just eavesdrop, record, take notes, and report.
But for some reason, Dario instead took the time to eavesdrop on himself. He's quite curious. Though usually he will forget about office problems and work from the apartment in order to accompany Julie and the twins jewel of his heart.
"So, the safe was given to two heirs. The first is Sanio Axton. The second is Dario Axton. No one has contacted Dante Bank. As per the initial agreement, the safe is confidential and will be destroyed if the agreement period is completed. Destroyed, scorched without seeing the contents to keep the confidentiality." William Topper in a loud voice seemed to explain.
Dario nodded. William was truly following his words. How dare he break the promise. If denied, Dario threatened to report it to Dante Bank to be fired for abuse of power.
"I have this" said Frans Adams.
Shan glanced back. The sidelines of the cloth were seen a shiny golden key struck by sunlight from the cafe window
"Yes, this is the key needed to open it. But I can't do it, sir," said William rejecting subtly.
"I will pay you dearly" Frans said confidently. There is emphasis in his words.
"I can open it for you and then you have to exchange the contents for something appropriate and not suspicious if one day the heirs come to open it." William gives you options.
Silent moment.
"But it doesn't feel like they're coming or knowing about this. Only Omar Axton and I know. My name was in the safe before. Listed in my name and name. I know for a fact that only this key can open it." Frans Adams seemed to insist.
"Yes, but Dante's rules have changed since Mr. Omar made that transaction. There are two ways. The second way is to mention the code. They could have come up with a code that the late Omar Axton probably left behind." William explained.
Silent again.
"Cannot be. He must have never had time to say anything to his wife and I've been quick to plan it."
Frans' last words hit Dario's chest. His hands were clenched and his eyes were glaring furiously. It seems true his guess all along. His father died of poisoning, not a ship accident.
Shan saw Dario stiffen. He stroked his master's back so that he would not be carried away by emotions.
"At that time Dario was a kid, right? Where could Omar tell him." Maria added.
"Did Sanio know but not tell Dario about this? The key is gone and he is confused. Is there no history of Sanio contacting Dante about the missing key?" Frans' voice is now back.
"Nothing." William answered briefly.
"It doesn't seem to be open. Sanio probably wants to master the treasure himself. How could she give up all her husband's possessions for a child who wasn't his flesh?" Mistress Maria said with a cynical laugh.
Dario was drinking to the point of spilling his drink.
Not his flesh and blood. Whatdoes thatmean?
Shan was no less surprised to hear that. He looked back so he could hear more clearly.
"What do you mean, madam? I don't understand." William's voice sounded.
"Yes, Dario's Omar Axton's son with his mistress." Frans Adams said lightly.
Dario increasingly felt his breathing irregular and his head dizzy.
Shan.
The voice of Mistress Mary who told a long story was like buzzing in her ears.
He's not Sanio Axton's son?
Seriate....
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