Chapter 52 - Peter's Evening

The light of the candle flickered on the crystal in Peter's hand. The reflection of the tiny spark cast on the still surface of light wine. With it, the entire cup appeared to take some godly attribute. This simple piece of modulated crystal allowed its user to catch and trap light inside, making the cup shine with something akin to an inner brightness.

On a table behind him, a thin folder with just a few papers awaited Peter's attention.

"Shush," Peter lectured the cat he held in his left arm once it started purring for no reason. 'It does strangely appears to be quite like her,' he thought about the suggestion his coworkers gave about his personal secretary and the cat.

"Well, they are both just as attentive. There is no point in comparing," Peter muttered in a low voice. He watched blankly as his kitty snapped, cut his arms with its claws before gracefully jumping down from his hold.

"Comparing what?" Peter's secretary appeared like always, seemingly out of thin air. Even though Peter boasted the greatest personal strenght in the entirety of the local hub, the means of this elusive girl still baffled him.

"It's nothing," Peter quickly cut the topic before looking at his secretary's unusually cute face. 'I guess she didn't need to fight a real battle even once,' Peter thought before moving his eyes on the scars leftover from when his own cat dared to bare its fangs against him. "Do you have anything for me?" he asked after a moment of delay, casting a quick glance at the papers he already had on the table.

"Yeah, the analytics of the family came in. After skimming through them… I believe there is really something fishy going on here," the secretary announced as she placed another file full of documents on Peter's table.

"Let me take a look," the man stopped his secretary in the middle of her moves, intercepting the documents right in the air.

"Hmm," Peter hummed. "I see," Peter saw. "Woah!" Peter shouted in surprise.

"This guy…" he muttered under his nose as his eyes finished scanning the front page of the extensive report. "So? Did he really leave the country?" he asked the secretary as there was no one else in the room.

"I don't know...-" The secretary's voice broke when her phone suddenly rang out its tune. The girl quickly pulled out her phone, proving to be quite a veteran of this phone-draw technique before glancing over the screen. "The comprehensive report just came in. While there was some confusion in the field, it appears he really left," the girl scrolled through the message she received before passing her phone over to Peter.

"Huh?" he muttered as soon as he started the lecture. "Running to the chopper with a stack of dirty pants in his arms?" he whispered parts of the report out loud, feeling how the shock was slowly taking over his mind.

"They saw one of his cronies rushing to the heli… Only to pass up some kind of medal of sorts. Don't you think it…" the girl started, only to shut the hell up as soon as Peter raised his hand.

"Don't go any further. I believe in the reports," Peter said with a wide smile before grabbing the thin stack of papers from the desk, rolling it up, and slamming the girl through her head. Strong enough to make her feel it but light enough to not cause any real pain or injury. "And that's what we both should do," he added before distancing himself from the girl and approaching the window.

"To think that he would run into the girl he was trying to escape from…." Peter chuckled while looking out through the massive window making up the entirety of one of the office's walls. "I wonder if he is going to visit another bitch of his," he added a few words before turning around from the window and sitting in his main chest.

In this single moment, the air around the man changed. Once he was fully seated in his comfortable throne, all the feelings and emotions appeared to have disappeared from his face and soul alike. Only the frame of logical thinking, insane intellect and mind skill was left.

"I said all of that… But I still don't like it," Peter announced in a calm yet cold voice. "Kira, do I need to spell out what I need you to do now?" he asked while lazily watching the girl.

"High-manager Peter, Conservator Kira is awaiting orders," the girl obediently lowered her head. All her usual cheekiness disappeared in a single instant, replaced by the same cold aura that Peter was currently full off.

"Make sure to investigate every last bit of this family and that Tom guy. As for Claudia…" Peter squinted his eyes a little, "I believe we already know everything about her. But just in case Tom was going to go overboard with her… Investigate that girl as well."

"I'm a Conservator, not an Investigator," Kira protested in a cold voice while sending a hateful look to the man. "You can ask this bitch Lorene to do the spying for you," she said before sending a cold look at Peter's face.

"That's right, you are a Conservator," Peter said blankly, not stressed by the situation at all. "And I'm the High Manager," Peter's stood up from his chair. Even though the surge of his aura started when he sat down on it, he somehow still held control over it.

Peter's eyes flashed as if a brilliant radiance exploded in Peter's brain. He looked down at Kira with those fiery eyes of his.

The girl trembled.

"I'm the one who calls the shots here. So I don't care if you are a Conservator, Investigator, or even a manager," Peter spoke softly, yet his words rung like gongs.

This strange brilliance behind his spirit was clearly responsible for this.

'Fucking bastard,' Kira bit her lips to withstand the attack of her boss. The faint, golden light in Peter's eyes gave him more than enough power to wreak havoc in the entire area he controlled.

Those bringing results would be rewarded. This was the one-step world conquest rule in the organization. By rewarding those who were willing to climb higher, the entire world structure was energized.

And Peter was bringing in some good results. He rocketed through the agency and customer service stages, reaching the managerial position by his early twenties. Finally, on his twenty-fifth birthday, the organization rewarded him with an entire Centre of Distribution.

By that time, Peter already became a local legend. Yet, everyone was aware of the numerous corpses he had to bury to get where he was at this day.

'You fucking bastard,' Kira cursed, releasing the true scope of her killing intent for a moment before suddenly reining it all back.

"Good kitty," Peter smiled perversely before bringing his hand down and returning to his usual, relaxed self.

'Not only a murderous bastard but also an idiot,' Kira kept her angry face, pretending to care about the situation way more than she did. 'As long as I pretend to rein myself in under your power, you feel more satisfaction than you could get by raping an entire city worth of females.' She thought, trying to move back a step.

"You will do what I said," Peter sat back on his chair but didn't bring out its aura. Gracing Kira with a cheerful smile, he added, "find out everything there is about those people. I don't think you will find anything, but there is nothing stopping us from making sure."