Chapter 6.

He came out of his apartment with a long face only to be greeted by Natalie, she was something else always poke nosing over someone's business, she was the biggest threat over here.

"Good day Mr Robert! Hope you had a great night rest...". He didn't let her finish her statement and placed the required amount she needed for cleaning up the room. Certainly he knew the statement was heading towards her pay.

"How kind of you" she said with a broad smile as she wished him luck for the day. Robert groaned and stormed away from her. Natalie ducked her eyes at where he came from and then place a serious face on.

It was weekend and it meant time for house chores which of course would take decades to be done with. She tread outside for a stretch and then suddenly she felt something pouring at her like a liquid, her eyes met a hand wasting water and definitely it was going to make the place damn.

"Royce!" She barked and ran upstairs to give him a piece of herself. The teenager was absolutely aware that he was done for and locked up himself. Natalie was almost closer to his place when she was hit by something which made her legs stagger. Really was she bound to be hit by someone this day? She growled and gaze at what met her, it was a baseball, like seriously why would Tasha play over the corridors when the building had a spacious backyard.

"Throw back!"

That was the rude girl's reply and Natalie scoffed with an evil intention written all over her face, she picked the baseball and throw with all energy. Unfortunately, it landed on someone else who yelled frantically. Tasha ran away to avoid being scolded leaving the scared Natalie to take over. She trod towards the victim of her wrath, swallowed hard and attempted trying to check his face but he shoved her hand away while hiding his face with his palm, and just went back to his apartment. Natalie blotted her cheeks out shocked by his actions. It dawn to her that it was the new occupant which made her a little bit startled, however feeling sorry for what she caused. Just immediately he got back inside, Tasha came out of hiding, took her abandoned baseball, pulled a mockery face at Natalie and race away once again. Natalie sighed, walked to her room and locked herself up while resting her back on the door. She brought out a picture from the sweater she had on and closed her eyes at the image wishing for when she would ever be recognize globally and get a chance to expose her talent to the world along with her superstar "D". Perhaps hardwork they say would take one to where they desire yet it made life more difficult.

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The alarm was forced to stop ringing as it saw its owner's hand slap its face to be quiet. Damian picked up a mirror close by and glanced at his swollen face which was as a result from the hit he had received from the baseball thrown at him. He folded his fist annoyed and fusing over the fact that his first day had so much pains attached to it. His hands made way for his cell phone which rested on the sofa

"My week over here is becoming hell! Robert do something!' he sparked over the phone which made the weary Robert jerk up from slumber and quickly raced to his apartment, it haven't even been up to a minute when he left and now he was coming back again. He saw the nervous Damian pacing to and fro speaking to himself while Robert's legs shaked waiting for the blast that would erupt anytime.

"Whose she?"

"Who?" The middle aged man asked with probing eyes.

"The girl on red cardigan"

"Well there are certainly a lot of girls with that color..."

"Robert!" He snapped and he shuddered trying to figure out who this young lad was referring to. Damian inhaled certainly annoyed that he had no idea who this girl was and she had become a pain in the neck on the first day they met.

"How do we get access to the basement?" He suddenly said exhausted by the day. He had divulged from the topic as all that borders him was how to finish up from here and disappear with no trace.

"Today? Well don't you have appointments for today?"

"No, I got them cancelled"

Robert grimaced behind his back and explain that it would be difficult showing up at someone's house with no specific reason.

"Then kick her out, I've got no much time left"

"Damian.please.try.and.understand.not.today.she is always home during weekends" Robert stressed gesticulating wildly in the air and Damian picked a baton which leaned on the table and pointed at the caretaker whose breathe almost ceased.

"What do you think about this color? Green, I dislike it" Damian mocked referring to the bat in his hand and the legs of the caretaker began a compulsory dance as he certainly knows that was meant for him.

"Yes, its odd for a handsome gem like you, I don't think you want to stain that odd stuff with blood right?"

"Maybe, I can't control my itching hand" he whispered and he chuckled sadly as Damian's eyes met his legs which were shaking.

"Gosh Robert, stop making me look like a bad person, I am really good at heart, that's why fans love me right" he snarled avoiding to raise his voice and Robert began to sing praises of him unexpectedly to let this man calm which worked.

"So which time of the day do you think is suitable?" Damian mused.

"Today, I would come up with a distraction"