The next morning, I had breakfast with the Smith family. Along with Alan, Mr. Smith, and I, Fiona Smith, Alan's mother, was also present in the dining room. She had long, wavy hair and was dressed in a dark blue skirt suit and white high heels. She didn't look like the mother of a 20-year-old boy because of her beautiful looks and refined behaviour.
Alan was seated next to me. Fiona gave me a quick look, smiled and nodded. "You're Natalie, right? I didn't see you as I went out yesterday. After asking in peace, she gave me a quick look, smiled and said, "You seem young, beautiful, and in your best years. " Alan is two years older than you, right?" I smiled as I responded to her question. Alan took a seat quietly. It is impressive and as charming as a model thanks to its great height, gently parted hair that only partially covers the eyes, and black casual pants and a shirt with stripes in blue. He looked somewhat familiar, even from the shape.
We had a brief greeting before starting our breakfast. Alan, Fiona, and I ate our meal in silence as Mr. Smith read the newspaper and drank his breakfast tea. "Natalie, what are your hobbies?" Mr. Smith asked casually. He stared at me, waiting for my response to this seemingly normal question, which was meant to assess my value as the recently arrived adoptive daughter. After giving it some thought, I turned to face him and replied, "I can dance and play the piano in addition to studying. Before becoming a member of the Smith family, I had recently completed the piano performance level. I am capable of dancing to jazz and waltz songs. Mr. Smith smiled and nodded upon hearing this, recognising my value; Fiona looked at me, her palms folded across her chin, and said, "It's really good." She blinked her eyes and smiled as she spoke.
I could tell by looking at them that they were pleased with my response and interested to see me perform again. They expected the level to which my value may help them. The value of a person in a wealthy family is determined by their talent and gift, and their value also dictates how many resources they can obtain at home. Gifts and talent are being used as bargaining chips. You will receive more chips the more you have.
When I was done talking, I turned to face Alan. Because he has been staring at me with his eyes since the beginning. My looks were the only thing I could see in his eyes when I looked at his expression and eyes. Observing his face once more, he simply gave me a mute gaze. "He was wary of me yesterday, what about today?" I pondered. After I smiled at him, he returned his attention to his dish and bent down to eat the fruit. Following breakfast, Alan and I returned to our bedrooms to wait before heading out with the guise of studying as the reason.
I moved inside the door and stood behind it, listening to Tim's footsteps. Upon verifying that he had left, I promptly switched to my previous behaviour within the organisation. I took the computer from the closet's personal things box and continued typing on the keyboard until I opened another one and noticed that the screen changed to a black and green background. That was the internal network of the organisation. I started reporting the progress to Mr. K after clicking into his dialogue box. I asked Mr. K if the client had made a request about the deadline for the project. Mr. K told me to hold off till he received the client's news. Tim knocked on my door at around eleven o'clock, telling me that the car was outside and that I was free to leave whenever I wanted. After confirming the room was normal and putting the computer away quickly, I walked out.
I walked down the stairs and came to the basement hall. Alan saw me, stood up and said, "You just came in and asked us to wait for you. You're acting so phoney." Alan stated as he got up upon noticing me. "It's my fault, I held my brother up for a very long period," I said, lowering my head and seeming apologetic. He seemed a little taken aback, saying, "Brother? The old man teaches you a lot very quickly." He laughed. I looked up and watched his smile in silence. Tim saw this and said calmly, "Please." He raised his hand and extended it towards the door. I stood on the left side of Alan. He glanced at me and said nothing. We just walked slowly. Tim nodded and smiled when he saw it. Alan and I walked slowly to the car, and John helped us open the door. I said thank you to him.
Alan and I sat quietly and looked out the window on the way to the mall. "Is it true that you can dance the waltz?" he questioned suddenly. Then he turned to face me. "Yes, I started learning to dance when I was five, and I learned to dance the waltz when I was about eleven." I smiled in response to him. Calmly, "Can you teach others?" he inquired. " Yes." I replied. He requested that I teach him later. He looked out the window again once he had finished talking. As I stared at him, I considered what he had said. He viewed me like an enemy yesterday, but today he requested that I teach him how to dance.
"Do you have a class tomorrow afternoon at 4 o'clock?" he asked me in a firm voice after a while. "No." I gave him an honest response. "Come to the room on the third floor." I acted calm while mentally processing the meaning of this sentence. "Don't misunderstand; all I need is a new model to finish my assignment. "Your face." After giving me a thorough examination, he said, "It's pretty clean." His eyes remained fixed on my face as he spoke gently. "What if I don't want to?" With caution, I asked. "Don't think you have the right to choose," he replied with a sneer. "Remember, don't keep me waiting until four o'clock tomorrow afternoon." he said. After nodding, I stole a look at his left foot. "The left side of the body is inflexible. Why does the client need to dispose of him when half of his body is scrapped? Despite only being here for two days, I haven't learned much information about this family." I was lost in my thoughts.
He caught sight of me after a few seconds and stepped forward, enclosing me in a corner. I could smell the woodsy scent of his perfume. I took a step back and struck the car window with my head. "Are you so scared of me?" He smiled playfully as he spoke. I shook my head. I tried to be calm as he placed his hand on my head, considering using one hand to push him away. I was going to move my hand when I felt his fingers lightly brush across the back of my head. I immediately slowed my breathing and stared straight ahead at his blue-striped shirt, waiting to see what he would do next.
"Go straight for the window. Are you a stone-hard person? He smiled as he asked. I didn't respond to him. He paused his activity, raised my chin with his free hand, and stated, "I have a question for you," very near my face. " Do you speak to your brother in this manner? "Softly, he said. I lowered my focus to his nose and said quietly and calmly, "No." There were many ways that I could have retaliated against him in my brain. We sat up straight after he finished laughing, and he kept touching the back of my head. Silently, I eyed the ground, observing what he did.
After all, I was still thinking about his actions. I eventually realised that I had referred to him as "brother" at Smith's house. He has been acting strangely ever since that sentence. "So that's it." " I said in my heart.