The last laugh is for the Devil

"I'm sure you will. Why don't we slow down with the drinking." Eiichi gently pulled the glass from my hands. I'll make the world see him for what he truly is, an escaped asylum patient that needs to be locked up. With the keys thrown away. No one would think you are so great when you look crazy as fuck. I then giggled maniacally to myself.

"Winter is coming, Park Daisuke. You better not be caught unawares." he, he, he, he, he. Barf!

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"Is everyone here?" Park Daisuke pranced into the airport lobby like we hadn't been waiting for over an hour for him to arrive. He paused, then took off his sunglasses and asked me again. "Is everyone here?" He purred with snide contempt. If I was given the chance, I would pull out each individual hair on his head one-by-agonizing-one. I crossed my arm and mustered up the most irritating face I could contort my expression into, then hissed back at him.

"Yes. We. Are. All. Here." Your damn, majesty. He smiled slyly then briefed the rest on how the trip would go. All the while, I hoped...no, I prayed that an unmanned plane would drop on his head.

"Check these in for me." He flipped through his novel, seated with his perfect long legs crossed.

"And sir, why would I be doing that for you?" I curtly responded while I eyed his seven suitcases. Did he think we were travelling to the moon? This was barely a 4-hour trip, and we would be staying for under a week at a surprisingly luxury hotel; the rooms looked like they would even have clothes in the closets for us. He eyed my one single suitcase and smiled to himself.

"Because I have so many, and you only have one." I raised my finger to object only to be caught off. "And because I'm your boss." He opened his glasses case and put on his nerd spectacles. I couldn't help but giggle. "What?" He turned to look at me, not appreciating my humour.

"Harry potter much," I muttered, but he stared blankly at me. Then looked down at his suitcases and back at me, as if beckoning me to shoo away and do his errands. "I'll just get this checked in for you." I pulled on two of his suitcases.

"Why don't you do them all at once. It will save us some time." He smiled at me. I ought to stab his babyface with a damn spoon.

"Sure sir, let me kick the rest to the desk," I practically growled back. Fuck him, I was meant to be tormenting him. Not the other way around.

There was no need to get worried because I would still have my revenge. I already had a plan laid out, and it began the moment Park Daisuke clacked his fancy oxfords through the airport doors. I had predicted he would overpack, and he did just that; now all I had to do was sit back and watch his demise ensue. I'd laugh out loud manically if I could, but Park Daisuke is currently staring daggers into me.

"How may I help you?" The lady at the check-in beamed at me.

"Hi, so I was over there with my husband..." I turned to smile at Park Daisuke so he wouldn't get suspicious. "And we noticed that someone left their luggage behind. I was hoping you could check it into the lost and found please." She turned to eye Park Daisuke, and her cheeks suddenly went red.

Lady, if you could just get your mind out of the gutter for one second, I could finally commence my masterful revenge plot. But she wouldn't snap out of whatever spell he had her under, so I gave a light cough to remind her a person was still in front of her.

"Um sure... Sorry, what did you say again?" She blushed at me. Ah! Damn you, Park Daisuke, you somehow are still ruining my plans to make you miserable.

"The lost and found. These suitcases were just laying around." She smiled at me and gave me a form. "What is this for?" I looked at her judgingly.

"When someone finds something, we need them to enter their information for security reasons, and so if the owner wants to reach out and thank the person." I looked at the piece of paper, knowing if I wrote my real name, it would be over. When Park Daisuke found out what I did, he would drown then fire me. I smiled curtly at her, picked up a pen and hoped she wouldn't ask for ID.

"Here you go." I handed her back the form. She took a quick glance and looked up to smile at me.

"Thank you, Mrs. Lee." She continued to browse through the form but suddenly stopped and frowned. "Could you please fill in the phone number." She insisted dryly. "Mrs. Lee, we need a valid phone number as the primary means of contact." She stiffened. Who even came up with all these rules. I miss the days when you could literally check a severed arm into the lost and found, and no one gave a shit, now I need to fill out a form.

"Sure." I stiffly smiled back at her. I had to think quickly because I couldn't write my real phone number. So I did what Lee Eiichi's wife would do. I wrote my husband's phone number, smiled curtly at the lady and gave her back the damn form. I didn't even wait for her to look through it this time, I tossed the suitcases onto the scale, so Park Daisuke would think I was really checking them in.

"What took you so long?" Park Daisuke growled at me, as he shuffled through the hallways of the plane. He had left me while I was still "checking" in his stupid suitcases and went to board the airplane.

"What-ever do you mean sir? I was checking in your luggage, all seventy of them." I held back the urge to elbow him in the ribs.

"Funny, I remember only having seven." He pushed past me and headed for the front of the plane. I rolled my eyes back.

"More like seven hundred," I muttered as I followed behind him.

A flight attendant pulled the curtains into first-class and escorted us to the front of the seats. She smiled...mostly at handsome and devilish over here. He pulled out his novel and proceeded to read his book but then stopped. He pressed the button to signal the flight attendant, and boy did she 'fly' over (see what I did there?) He beckoned her with his charming smile and fingers so he could whisper into her ears. She giggled and bent over. When they were done, she stood back up and frowned at me.

"Ms may I see your ticket?" She pounced to my side and demanded I show her my ticket. I looked from the flight attendant to Park Daisuke, who had put back on his nerdo-spectacles and was hiding behind his novel. This little piece off... "Ms. Your ticket." I shoved my hands into my pocket and pulled out my ticket.

"I have no idea why you are asking for my ticket, but you will be surely embarrassed when you discover that..."

"This says you are supposed to be in an economy seat, Ms." She folded her arms. "I would suggest you go back to your seat immediately and stop bothering Mr. Park." She turned to smile at the bastard playing dumb.

"My bad, I must have lost my way." I gritted. I was in such a frenzy I never even checked my ticket.

Economy! Fucking economy. He couldn't even get me, business class. Right-hand my...his ass. I hope their drug-detection dogs accidentally pee all over his many-many suitcases. Then we will see who is laughing behind their novel last.