Chapter 45: PRESIDENT OF ANTARCTICA
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Morning...
The light of the dawn seeped through the large room windows as the rising sun cast a rosy hue across the bright morning sky with golden fingers of sunlight lighting up the space.
In a purple and white-toned room, a petite girl was deep in slumber as the light rays of the rising sun hit her supple skin lightly making it glow like a midday spring. Her long black, lustrous hair was splayed all over the pillow and her face was as peaceful and tranquil as the flower goddess.
Ring!!!
The loud ringing of a phone broke the serenity of the atmosphere.
Kiaraa jolted her eyes open and a hint of annoyance flashed across her deep amber eyes. She rubbed her bleary eyes slowly before she cast a deep glare towards the phone, cursing whoever it was that brought it into existence.
She picked up the phone and connected the call. "This better be important," she said through gritted teeth and the person on the other side shivered out of fear.
"S... so... sorry for waking you up so early young mi..."
"Will you get to the point?" Kiaraa snarled sharply with a bone-chilling tone.
"Young miss, we have found your look alike." A male voice replied and for a long while there was a deep silence. Although they were separated by a phone, the man still felt terrified beyond wits due to the flesh-tearing silence.
"So?..." Kiaraa finally spoke again and the man let out a breath he never knew he held.
"Young miss, the young lady asked to speak with you in person," the man replied and Kiaraa fell silent again. She understood the reasons behind the girl's request. It was only logical that the girl would ask to meet with her privately considering the fact that this was a very mysterious situation.
Who would go around and hire a look-alike? Things were developing rapidly and nowadays you could someone to wear a mask on your face but Kiaraa had her reasons for hiring a lookalike to do the job.
She knew that her decisions were life-threatening but she had already made countless preparations for the issue to ensure that there was no accident whatsoever from her end.
"Alright, I'll send you the address of a restaurant. Make sure you book the entire restaurant for some time. I'll be there in two hours." She finally ordered and hung up on the call.
She slumped back on her bed and gave a deep and exhausting groan. Gone was the terrifying and scary young miss from a moment ago who could make people shudder just by the sound of her voice, rather it was replaced with a tired and cute seventeen-year-old teenager.
She climbed out of her bed and yawned loudly. She took slow strides towards the terrace and a huge frown settled on her alluring face the moment she opened the door. Her once-blooming red roses were now wilting.
She scolded herself inwardly. She had been too busy with her school, work, and situations concerning her family that she couldn't make out the time to take care of her roses. Luckily, her flower garden was being handled by the servants, or else they would have ended up like this.
She quickly made a mental note to get fresh roses from her garden as she walked out of her room with weakened steps only for her head to collide with a turgid and we'll chiseled chest. She didn't have to think twice before she guessed who it was.
"Min?"
Looking up, she saw the handsome and early morning view of her brother's face. His hair was disheveled and the top three buttons of his misty grey pajamas were left undone, giving a perfect view of his muscular chest which added more to his divine beauty. If Somi saw him right now, she would have been taken to fifth heaven.
"Morning little princess." He greeted and Kiaraa frowned.
"Who the hell are you calling little princess?" she queried like a little child which only made him laugh.
He bent down to reach her height and with a little pat on her head, he did what he always does whenever her hair was disheveled and out of place.
He expertly twirled it with his fingers before finally settling it in the middle which formed a perfect and tight bun at the top of her head.
Kiaraa raised her hand and poked at the bun but it didn't budge.
"How do you always do this?" She stared at him questioningly. Her hair was long and voluminous, but with her brother's frequent actions, she always felt that he was playing with a little handkerchief instead of her lengthy hair.
"Having sisters who have no idea on how to tie their hair up has made me master the art," he replied and gave her a proud look as if expecting some praises but Kiaraa just rolled her eyes and stared at him with a poker face expression.
"Care to explain why you are here?" she asked casually with arms crossed as she stared deeply into his amber eyes. They held the same strong intensity as hers but unlike hers, his were always calm and peaceful.
He patted her head softly, "I got a call from Italy."
She paused and then used her slender, fair fingers to gently stroke her chin, "Interesting." She commented. "Is it just a coincidence or have they now resulted in spying on you?" She asked with a slight pout and hands still on her chin.
"It involves the girl you dealt with at the restaurant yesterday, Han Mulin." Min stared back at her and watched as her demeanor changed completely to that of utter confoundment.
Her deep amber eyes widened like saucers. Her once exaggerated confidence crumbled to smithereens. "You mean that vile lady was sent by those old geezers?" she asked and a mocking smile settled on his fine lips.
"Hey, don't call them old geezers, they're your grandparents." Min retorted.
She scoffed, "And yours t..." but she immediately paused when she realized that he was only trying to reverse their statement from last night. "Oh come on, if I had known that this whole arrangement was from Italy then I wouldn't have done that." She whined as a pang of panic smeared her delicate features.
"Hmm, has anyone ever told you that you're too impulsive?" Min asked as he looked at her flustered expression with great amusement and she cast him a stern look, remembering that a certain silver-haired dude once told her that.
"I'm done for." Her panic-stricken tone voiced out and she reached up to her hair to tug at it when she realized that it was tied up in a bun and her frown only deepened.
Since her hair was out of the question, she then resulted to her plump red lips, biting them hard as if venting her anger on them.
A soft laugh escaped Min's lips and he tugged at her bun lightly which made it fall, cascading through her back like a dark waterfall with some strands settling in her admirable face.
Sighing with relief, she immediately combed her hands through her soft, thick hair as a method to calm down her nerves.
"I'm dead" she muttered just loud enough for her brother to hear.
"If you were, I wouldn't be summoned to Italy instead." Min countered while settling some stray strands of her hair behind her ear. He then watched as her once pale face regained its pinkish-cream color.
He watched as her face beamed instantaneously and with a flip of her hair, she voiced. "Dear darling brother Min, as the wonderful, caring, intelligent, and one-of-a-kind sister that I am, please put in a good word or two for me when handling those old geezers, ok?" She requested and blinked cutely, staring at him expectantly as if waiting for a present from her parents.
Min almost had the urge to roll his eyes at her remark. If there was anyone that is as narcissistic as his little sister then please show yourself.
"Alright, wonderful, caring, intelligent, and one-of-a-kind sister, it's not like I have a choice anyway." He remarked calmly.
"Don't push your luck, Lee Taemin. You're messing with the devil."
"Weren't you the one who called yourself an angel last night? It's so funny how roles changed all of a sudden."
Kiaraa eyed him, "Alright, so when are you leaving?" she stared at her nails as if trying to get his answer out of them.
"Sunday morning," he replied and she nodded but a huge grin appeared on her face when she discovered something.
"Good so you can drop me off at a f-f-friend's house on your way." She said with a little difficulty while mentioning the friend part. She couldn't quite admit if she was a friend to the president of Antarctica but considering that he's willing to help her with her history make-up test despite all his mockings, she could at least fill up the blank spot in their relationship as friendship.
Unknowingly to her that if a certain 'Friend' heard this, a snow storm would be brewing in Antarctica
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