One Night Tragedy's
The Part 27

Lately Dakota feels tired with all the activities. The daily life is monotonous from the beginning, so it feels boring and annoying because there is Brennus in the period of one week. He had no time to enjoy the holiday.

Dakota's life is bound, restrained, imprisoned with one man named Brennus. Saturdays and weeks should be a time of relaxing without thinking about anything, including work. He should be able to take a walk to enjoy the hard-earned money all this time. Sleeping in the apartment is no problem either.

However, what had Dakota gotten all this time? Starting from monday to jum’at working. Saturdays and weeks are always called by Brennus to leave for the office. At first, accept it because it may be urgent.

Over time, Dakota becomes fed up. He wanted to have a little breathing space. Two days on the weekend. Not like now who has to drive a car to the office.

While driving, Dakota's right hand massages the temple. He is dizzy, his body also feels bad. But, being detained since a few days ago. I want to go to the doctor, but there is no time. Twenty-four hours as if taken away by a Brennus Finlay Dominique. Want permission on the man was lazy, a lot of questions, will certainly come to the hospital, added ribet.

“Ck! My stomach ... as stirred again.” Dakota rubbed her stomach as she reached the front of the company. “Already, quickly finish business.”

He went down while still turning his palm on the uncomfortable part earlier. The atmosphere is very quiet because it should be a holiday. There were only two cars parked. One more must belong to Brennus. The man had offered to pick me up, but was definitely rejected.

Today Dakota does not polish the face using makeup. Not even a shower. Lately the water has been terrible for him. I don't know, maybe the reason is because he's lazy to wet the body.

Arriving at the study, Brennus was there. The man was leaning his butt on the table, and a directed look at the door that had just opened.

“Turned twenty minutes. I said ten o'clock should have arrived, right?” brennus pointed at the watch on his wrist.

Brennus approached, standing behind the woman. Every day is always so, close by. His uncle told him Dakota was used to his existence. But it has not succeeded until now, lest he be misled anyway.

“This.” Brennus opened a document.

The pissed-off came right out of Dakota's lips. “This is the work of finance people, not secretaries. Where understand financial problems,” protest. The oath is not important.

“Makanya learned so you can. Here, I ajari.” There's just Brennus' mode of reasoning to be alone.

Dakota did not respond. He was feeling the nausea getting worse. It doesn't feel like it can't be expelled.

“Soaring!” Both of Dakota's hands removed the arm that had locked her up.

Standing up, the hand is suddenly blocked by Brennus. “Where to?”

“To—” There is a pause because Dakota shuts his mouth when he wants to vomit right then and there.

“You sick?” Brennus saw that the woman's face looked pale. He immediately put the palm on the forehead to check body temperature.