That can be Arranged

When Ainsley was about to sign out, he received a private message from one of them. It caused him to frown and carefully inspect the content of the message. The new girl named Viola sent him a short question: "Mr. Len, have you heard about Mr. Abbott?"

"I have." Ainsley's jaws hardened. How could he not know?

"I can't believe he would die from this. My supervisor and two seniors are all in the hospital as well because of this. Though it's the first time someone died, I'm scared… what if… it can really kill people?" Ainsley froze. Wait, Stephen had died? Wouldn't that be his fault? She then sent another message: "There's something I want to tell you in person.

"Can we meet tonight? Don't worry, you can choose where to meet. Please, this is very important."

"Alright, I'll see you at seven? At Dolly Fran." Ainsley didn't think twice. This woman was rather close to Stephen, a known victim… and unfortunately the first casualty of the nameless disease. He wanted to at least send some condolences to her… soon, to the family. After all, they probed into this, they would find out about his involvement.

After that, he decided to send a message to Sinclair. However, before pressing the send button, he realized that he shouldn't be bothering Sinclair about these small things. His thumb hovered at the delete button…

His eyes blinked. "He comes to see me late at night and would always clean up after my mess. If I sent a message, wouldn't that be an invitation to do just that? Then again, if I don't… and something happens to me, who am I going to turn to?"

…

In the end, Ainsley still sent a message to Sinclair. However, as the CEO had matters to attend to, he only told Ainsley to be careful. Since that was for the best, Ainsley agreed readily. When seven in the evening came, the supposed bedridden man walked into the diner he specified. He took a seat next to the glass wall and watched as the city prepared to sleep.

"Mr. Len?" Ainsley turned to see a maiden that was almost five years younger than him.

Viola Jenkins was one of the newest people in their office. She was supposed to be handling all the tasks that Stephen would leave the moment he decided to retire. Her smile was sweet and innocent, albeit tainted with unhappiness. She was still in her office outfit on their dress-down day. Her hair was long and dark, but it was neatly kept in a huge ring of a bun.

She took a seat across from him. "Hi, senior. I hope you don't find this meeting awkward at all. I read your messages in the chat… and learned that you're quite close to Mr. King. There's something that I have to tell you.

"Actually, Mr. Abbott gave this to me when I started struggling with the workload. He said it was good for me, and it had been helping him for a very long time." She took out something from her bag and placed it on the table. She then slid it across the table for him to see. "I… think it's the reason why they all fell sick. The others also eat that on a regular basis."

"What is this exactly?" Ainsley received the food that was wrapped in cloth. He only assumed it was food because she said 'ate'. Now that it was before him, it didn't seem to be something like that. He took a hold of the cloth and looked underneath. It was a tub with some powder in it. "Ms. Jenkins—"

Viola reached out and grabbed the cloth. She tugged it off of the tub, and the false bottom flew up as if there was a hidden mechanism in the tub. Poof! The powder exploded at Ainsley's face, and he easily covered his face as he coughed aloud. He had inevitably inhaled some of the powder before remembering something.

The girl then cried out in fear as she tried to escape after what she had done. The miss grabbed her bag and sprinted out of the diner. She ran for her dear life as if she had stabbed someone in the chest. Her heels broke at her action, but she didn't even slow down. She had reached a place out of view and leaned against the wall.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry…" She chanted as her hand shook while taking out her phone. The call got through, and she spoke as she reined in her panic. "H-Hello? I did it! I did what you said! Let my brother go, please."

"Sure, that can be arranged now." The voice both resounded from the phone and nearby. She turned in a direction and saw a tall man walking towards her. His sharp blue eyes pierced through her soul, and she was put into a daze.

He then stood right in front of her, his leg even stepping in between hers. He leaned down to look down at the frozen woman straight in the eyes. "You're so useful, unlike the old man. How should I reward you, hm?" He slid his knee up, making her shiver in her place.

"My brother…" she whispered as she felt heat pulsating from somewhere underneath her skirt. However, she felt like a hand caressed her waist. As if falling into the daze, she dropped her bag and relaxed against the wall. "Take me, master…"

"That can be arranged." The man smirked, but his hand turned into a huge claw that swiped across her belly. In an instant, blood flooded from her stomach. Her guts would fall out, but the man's claw pressed on the deep cuts. "I have to say… you're not that beautiful."

Even at such a hit, the woman remained in a daze. Whatever spell he placed her in continued to put her in a trance of pleasure. In the end, he just let her body fall to the side as she bled out. He swiped his claw to the side to get rid of the blood.

He then stepped back and stared coldly at the dead human. "Hmph, such fragile beings. Full Moon Rosen dared to share his dragon's heart with such a thing? If he wants to die soon, then it will be my pleasure. For now…"—he moved to leave as if nothing happened—"I need to deal with that nosy brother of his."