The following day, after having not been to Shuren's office for some time, except that he had visited the day before as well, Assad returned to Shuren's office. He knocked on the door but nobody responded;
"Did she leave and if so when?"
As he turned to leave and thought about going to ask Pixia where Shuren had gone, he was stopped by a voice.
"There you are."
The voice coming from the other end had caught Assad's attention and at first, because there was something in the sound of it, he thought he was going to get hurt; after seeing that it was just Sévon, however, he felt a little less of a threat from him.
"Hey, listen, I am here, now what do you need?"
Sévon gave a sincere smile and eyed Assad for a moment.
"Wow, you really have put in a lot of time and effort these past couple of weeks."
All Assad could do was nod his head in agreement.
"Do you want to know what my guess is? You think she is going to say yes, don't you?"
Assad then nodded as if he were trying to say yes.
"Okay then let me say it this, she has said yes and now you have become her bodyguard."
Assad's body then went perfectly still.
"So, here is what I would like you to do before you leave and that is, rest for one more day because you will have your outfit for the trip delivered to your room tomorrow and you will be changing into it before we leave."
Assad was relieved that it was almost time for him, and that nothing could go wrong before receiving that honor.
Once again, Sévon smiled, and walked towards the reception area. Assad simply watched Sévon as he headed to the area, and forgot about going back to his room to meet with Shuren who he had intended on seeing.
The following day, both Sévon and Pixia awaited at the reception area for Sévon's arrival. Pixia talked to Sévon and complimented his attire; however, he was simply wearing a suit although his suit did have some unique gold dragon embroidery.
Sévon watched as he stared down the hallway waiting for Assad and Vonessia only to be disappointed because they hadn't shown up yet. Both of the two had already taken an extended amount of time without their being of consequence related to their lateness in concern to the actual event itself.
After what appeared to be an unexpected sound of an abrupt tap on ground level, both Sévon and Pixia looked in anticipation of seeing who it was; at that moment they actually set their sights upon the source of the sudden noise. Coming down the hallway was none other than Vonessia, the Director of the Kurayamiya Sweepers Agency herself.
Surprisingly she was dressed in a brand new cheongsam (Chinese style gown) which was beautifully adorned with the most elaborate floral decorations yet seen in person, but to also have had what could have been one of her best pieces of outer clothing being something that was quilted as well as made out of thick elites consisting most likely to be black satin on both the inside and outside of the garment.
Seeing their boss dressed so glamorously had compelled Pixia to have spontaneously begun clapping.
"Pixia, are you trying to fluster me with your clapping?" Vonessia asked.
"Well, you should be tossed off by it," said Pixia. "Look how hot you look in your outfit."
Vonessia turned and looked at herself.She had to agree with Pixia, she did look good. Vonessia looked at her brother Sévon and he simply nodded. So Vonessia walked out of the agency to her ride, but as she was walking outside, she heard Sévon giggle.
"Well, look at this. You got here at the last minute."
When Pixia saw the expression on Assad's face, she could see from the way he looked that he was mimicking Sévon's expression like he did in training, which was cold and ready at the same time.
"I see you are ready," said Pixia to Assad.
Sévon was also able to see that Assad was ready. He goes over to him and touches his shoulder and taps him on the shoulder. Sévon checks to make sure that there is nothing wrong with Assad's hair, and he raises both of his hands and something happens with the wind with Assad's hair.
Assad was confused by what Sévon was doing to his hair.
"Stand still for a second and don't move," said Sévon.
Assad said nothing and did what he was told to do. After a while, Sévon finishes with him, and just as Assad goes to check what Sévon did to his hair, one of the dreadlocks falls next to his face.
"You did that, didn't you?" asked Pixia.
"Come on, we're going to an event. Someone has to look good," said Sévon.
Assad still was confused but put his fingers through his hair and felt something different than what he was used to feeling.
He had an overwhelming familiarity with dreads, feeling dreads, and his dreads were pulled back neatly in a low ponytail or bun style with two loose dreads left framing his face should be the focal point and provide attitude.
The contrast of a taper fade (either mid- or high-tapered), along side the texture of the dreads created a clean, modern and bold look.
As an extra edge, I added a line-up or design to the taper fade to be a little more streetwear-ish,' Sévon added.
Assad was shocked seeing this.
"Now let's get moving."
Assad nodded then greeted Vonessia at the door and bowed to her.
'Now, does this style suit you? You won't wreck it right?"
Assad nodded which made Vonessia happy. Vonessia exited, walked to her car, and got in. Sévon and Assad followed and entered the front seats, Sévon took the driver's seat and Assad was in the passenger seat.
"Should we continue gentlemen? I'd hate to say that again!"
"Yes ma'am," both replied