Chapter 609 Unasked Fashion Advice
Villain Ch 609. Unasked Fashion Advice
The next day was quite hectic for Allen. He woke up before 08:00 AM, greeted by the early morning sunlight streaming through the window and of course, his alarm. Despite the rush, he wanted to make sure he left his apartment in order.
With a checklist in hand, Allen moved swiftly through the rooms, gathering the remnants of his life there. Allen meticulously unplugged electronic devices, double-checking that nothing was left behind. The microwave and refrigerator now stood silent, waiting for the next occupant.
Around 09.00 AM, Alex arrived to assist. Allen handed him everything that remained in the apartment, ensuring he had all the essential documents—birth certificates, important papers, including his laptop, but not before Allen backed up crucial files onto his phone. Just a precaution.
The small apartment now looked bare. Empty spaces echoed the farewell as Allen surveyed the rooms. Bills were checked, payments confirmed, and everything was in order. Allen had always been meticulous, and leaving no loose ends was his way of ensuring a smooth transition.
Each item, carefully packed or handed over, held a piece of the past. Despite the hustle, there was a moment of reflection. The chapter of this apartment was closing, but a new adventure awaited outside its walls. Allen took a final look, absorbing the memories, before locking the door behind him.
Allen strolled down the hallway, his gym bag slung over his shoulder. It was a simple bag, but it held the essentials. A change of clothes, wallet, phone, charger, and his VR device. The jingle of keys in his hand marked the last tangible link to his now-empty apartment. Allen decided to keep things light. No heavy baggage, just the basics.
His apartment spare key had found a new home with Alex, a precautionary measure in case there were items forgotten or needed later. Alex had also volunteered to be Allen's liaison with a property agent for renting the now-vacant room. An advantageous connection through Alex's brother, who worked in real estate, had made the process smoother. All he had to do was set a reasonable price.
He reached the elevator doors. The cool hum of the waiting elevator was a familiar sound. He pressed the button, and the doors slid open with a soft chime. Stepping into the elevator, Allen pressed the button for the basement parking lot. The elevator descended smoothly, and the quiet ride offered a moment of reflection.
Exiting the elevator, Allen navigated through the underground parking lot until he reached his motorbike. Retrieving the keys from his pocket, he unlocked the bike and swung a leg over the saddle.
With a roar, the engine came to life, echoing in the confined space. Allen eased the bike out of the parking spot, feeling the familiar vibration beneath him. As he navigated through the labyrinthine structure, the warm morning air greeted him, adding a refreshing touch to the start of his day.
Emerging into the city streets, the morning sun painted the buildings with warm hues. The hustle and bustle of urban life surrounded him, creating a vibrant backdrop to his commute. Normally, Allen would savor the view, but today he had a sense of urgency. A meeting with Alex had made him a tad late for his photoshoot.
The city's rhythm guided him through the lanes, weaving through traffic with practiced ease. Allen's mind was focused on the day's agenda. Luckily, Vivian had instructed him to head straight to the agency, bypassing the need to pick her up. A quick text to Vivian ensured that the receptionist was prepared for his arrival.
Arriving at the agency, Allen parked his motorbike and made his way to the entrance. The receptionist, aware of his schedule, handed him a new employee ID instead of a guest pass.
With a nod of gratitude, Allen headed to the elevator, swiping his new ID card. The elevator whisked him to the designated floor, bypassing the need for assistance.
Navigating through the bustling floor, Allen's brisk steps carried him along the prescribed path. The gym bag hung over his shoulder as he muttered Vivian's directions under his breath. 'Left, straight, right at the end, room on the right,' he mentally repeated the sequence like a mantra.
The morning buzz in the building was palpable. Staff members hurriedly moved from one room to another, exchanging greetings and updates. The rooms, each hosting a different team or department, appeared alive with activity. Allen couldn't resist a quick glance into some of the spaces, noting the focused faces engaged in morning meetings.
His eyes darted around, searching for the room number Vivian had specified. The rhythm of his steps matched the hum of the busy workspace. He managed to catch snippets of conversations as he walked, snippets that hinted at projects, deadlines, and the shared camaraderie of a team in action.
Once he reached the end of the corridor, he executed the final turn to the right. The room he sought was now within view. He felt grateful for Vivian's clear instructions that navigated him through the labyrinth of the bustling office space.
"Allen," a woman's voice sliced through the bustling atmosphere, causing Allen to halt mid-stride. He pivoted, fixing his gaze on the woman a few meters ahead—Sophia. The air around her crackled with a subtle tension, her stony expression revealing none of the warmth typically associated with an encounter with her.
"What are you doing here? This place is for employees only," she declared, arms folded across her chest, a nonchalant tone masking any underlying curiosity or surprise. Her eyes bore into him, silently accusing, as if questioning the intentions behind his presence. A flicker of acknowledgment danced in her eyes as they briefly fell upon the new employee ID hanging from Allen's neck.
Allen, however, remained unfazed by Sophia's guarded demeanor. "I have no obligation to answer you," he retorted casually, resuming his stride. A subtle smirk played on his lips, indicative of the fact that he wasn't about to let her assumptions dictate his movements.
Yet, Sophia wasn't done. Her voice cut through the air again, a mix of condescension and critique. "A new employee should be more polite to his seniors. Also, you should wear a neater outfit," she remarked, her scrutiny settling on Allen's casual attire—t-shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket.
Allen continued walking, his steps measured and confident. He threw a nonchalant glance over his shoulder, the smirk persisting. "I'll consider that fashion advice," he quipped, not missing a beat. His response carried an air of casual defiance, challenging the unsolicited commentary on his choice of clothing.
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