"You want to knit, Abi?"
That long-haired woman, Mr. Clovis girlfriend, held out her two knitting sticks.
“Eehh? I-I'm not sure about that?" Abigail didn't know what to do. She took the knitting stick and continued the woman's work.
#Kreeek, Kreeeak!
The sound of something like paper being torn randomly. Mr. Clovis seemed to be opening the package.
"Well, Miss Abi, can I ask a favor?"
(Seriously? How did the two of them know my nickname?) Abigail still wondered in her mind.
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“E-em… sure.” She put down the two knitting sticks while turning to the woman whose temperament was limp. "I will be back, Madame,"
The woman just kept quiet. Her mouth was protruding like a koi fish. Her feelings were a bit cloudy as if her favorite toy was snatched away by someone else.
Abigail approached the man wearing a sky blue office suit from behind. Mr. Clovis seemed to be shaking his body slightly, just as Abigail was worried.
"You are all right, Mr. Clovis?”
Suddenly…
Mr. Clovis turned around spontaneously, his face three hundred and sixty degrees more sinister than before.
“KYAAAHHHHHH!!” Abigail quickly fell backwards, her mouth agape.
Mr. Clovis’s face turned covered in wrinkles and lips that were so wide showed his teeth. Both eyes round fully white. That smile was sinister and gripping giving off an incredible amount of pressure.
"How are you, Abi? Am I fit?" Mr. Clovis approached her carrying a razor. His wide mouth didn't move even when he spoke.
“D-don't come any closer!” Abigail crawled up, as if about to be pounced on. Abigail's eyebrows turned upwards in the shape of a mountain, her forehead dripping with cold sweat.
However….
"Clovis, stop, don't act like a child!" ordered by his lover even though her tone sounded less excited. The woman continued her knitting work.
Mr. Clovis immediately took off the mask that was supposed to be worn on Halloween. “Oh my, My Dearest, am I exaggerating? Hmm….”
Now Mr.' Clovis smiling face was back to normal. He put the razor blade on his office desk and reached out his hand to Abigail.
"Sorry, Abi, I'm just trying on the latex mask I just bought, hehehe!" Mr. Clovis chuckled. "My bad habit recurs when I see an innocent and geeky face like yours, sorry,"
“A-ah… yes… no problem….” Abigail tried to stand up from Mr. Clovis.
(My heart is going to burst, Ughhhh!)
Mr. Clovis invited Abigail to see the items he bought, aka the contents of the package that Abigail had just delivered.
There are four items, including the scary mask earlier. The other three are bottles of bubble liquid, stuffed bees, and expensive-looking hard-cover storybooks.
“E-erm… for madame?” Abigail picks up a green bottle of bubble liquid that says "Sir Bobble" and a caricature of an old man in a lab coat blowing bubbles.
"You know? Watching her knit continuously is a bit boring, isn't it?” Mr. Clovis whispered.
“I-I… don't think so, sir….” Abigail glanced at the woman. Mr. Clovis’s girfriend face pouted even more, apparently she heard the whisper earlier.
Mr. Clovis rushed to answer the bottle with enthusiasm. “Well, I knew sooner or later these old toys could bring some 80s kids to life! Here's the demonstration!”
Mr. Clovis shook the bottle vigorously. When the bottle cap is opened, there is a plastic stick with a circular end and a hole attached to the bottle cap. The hole was filled with sparkling bubbles.
Mr. Clovis mouth immediately approached….
#Fuuuuuhhhh…!
A bubble starts to grow to 7 cm in diameter. The bubbles continued to fly high until they finally burst after landing on the ceiling near the fan blades.
Seeing the bubbles, Abigail honestly felt happy that her childhood toy was being shown again.
"How is it, Abi? I think my dearest will be flattered by this? Haha!" Mr. Clovis chuckled optimistically.
"Y-yes... I also think so," said Abigail unsure. Abigail glanced at Mr. Clovis’s girlfriend is just having fun with her two tenacious knitting sticks.
But…
“Woo~ So cool…..” the woman exclaimed flatly. The woman didn't even look at the bubble or pay attention to Mr. Clovis blew bubbles. Even praise for Mr. Clovis instead sounded like a mockery toned down.
#Pfft!
Abigail tickled her stomach. Mr. Clovis looked back at her and Abigail immediately apologized.
Without fading in the slightest on his smiling face, Mr. Clovis picked up another tool.
"It's too soon to give up, my dearest!" Mr. Clovis quickly took the doll he bought. Then he bowed his body, as if giving gifts to princess from all directions, both hands stretched out. “This is for my queen! Your favorite doll 'BeeBear Beedump' from the cartoon 'Beebear'!” Mr. Clovis seemed to play his tune like playing a servant character in a drama show.
Abigail looks like she's trying really hard pinching her hands and biting her lips. She didn't want to laugh.
Mr. Clovis lover showed her respect. She glanced slowly, and took the doll. A bee doll with an evil expression but looks cute.
"Hm… 'Boibee' is the bee, 'BeeBear' is the Bear…." The woman looked for a moment. Then she put the doll under the covers. “Well… I really want to buy a doll because I want to try making one later…..”
The woman moved her two knitting sticks again.
Ironically, Mr. Clovis, who wanted to keep his girlfriend away from knitting, actually motivated her lover back.
Mr. Clovis turned to look at Abigail deeply. His face… still smiling, but Abigail realized Mr. Clovis was crushed. Poor man.
“H-how is this, Abi!? W-s-should I order again!?” Mr. Clovis held Abigail's shoulder quite tightly. The little frown on Mr. Clovis significantly distinguished himself from being sad and panicking, Abigail learned something new.
“E-EEHH? Y-Yeah… how about…? Um… isn't she your lover!? Wh-why not ask her directly!?” Abigail replied simply. “O-oh yea-yea… isn't there still one more?”
#Sheeesshh
The wind came through the crack in the door. Abigail's question instantly made the atmosphere change. Mr. Clovis loosened his grip and headed for his office desk.
“Oh? This book? Now…. I bought this book not for my dearest." Mr. Clovis picked up and leafed through the dark crimson book.
“O-oh… to help with your work, is that so Mr. Clovis?” Abigail nervously replied soberly.
Mr. Clovis ignored his small talk and approached Abigail, one more time. This time Abigail's feelings told her that this person was very serious.
"Hey, Abi, would you like to be a nurse for my dearest?"
Abigail grew a moment of anxiety. It was the question she avoided the most. When that was said, Abigail had to do all she could with her creative mind to object in the most subtle way. Especially… after hearing Susan's directions long before, and Madame Murtlock's warning.
For Abigail, that anxiety is fear of making Mr. Clovis was disappointed.
“I-i-i-i-i-i… can't decide that… Mr. Clovis. Too bad-“
Mr. Clovis sit on the office table. "I think Madame Murtlock said something insignificant to you?"
“E-eeh? No, no, no! Th-this… has nothing to do with Madame Murtlock, anyway! Hehehe…” Abigail refused but her face could probably be read by Mr. Clovis easily.
Mr Clovis quiet for a moment holding his chin. The curve of his lips that resembles the letter "U" is now in the opposite direction. Meanwhile Abigail... is being visited by the horns of her fate.
#Clack!
Mr. Clovis snapped his fingers. In an instant, his lips returned to their normal shape, forming an "U".
“Ah! Then I will tell Madame Murtlock straight away!”
The moment Mr. Clovis lowered his buttocks and immediately walked towards the exit. However, Abigail held his chest.
“U-um… I-I'll just say to, how is it!?”
“Hmm? If it doesn't work?” Mr. Clovis didn't seem to want the results to fall short of expectations.
Abigail thoughtlessly, spontaneously committed, "I-I'll make it work!"
Abigail just doesn't want to leave problems with her seniors, especially Madame Murtlock, whom she considers like her own mother.
Mr. Clovis lightly walked sideways. That worried Abigail for a moment, but it was Mr. Clovis pointed to the fridge. Mr. Clovis opened the fridge and took something out, then turned back to Abigail.
"Well, here's a gift for you, Abi. Please… make it successl will you!?” Mr. Clovis gave a crackle.
“O-oh… thank you.” Abigail accepted Mr. Clovis. Her anxiety now is down to zero. As she felt the contents of the crackle, Abigail noticed a distinctive indentation.
(A bottle? How familiar this, anyway!?)
Mr. Clovis still had a smiling face, while Abigail turned around while opening the contents of the crackle.
A black bottle of wine, with a velvet textured fabric as a medium for description. Stamped on the glass of the wine bottle was “Estelle Distillery” and the words “Pinot Chardonnay” were shining gold.
In an instant, the writing twitched her eyebrows, Abigail's mouth dropped a little hard to hold back. Abigail's eyes widened in shock.
(WOOOOAHHH!!! M-my salary in a year, thought!!!) Abigail made a wild guess in her mind.
“Y-Y-Y-YOU SURE ABOUT THIS!?” Abigail suddenly raised her voice in shock. She got too excited.
“Well, well, I never take my gifts, though.” Mr. Clovis scratched his head casually.
“M-may I ask… how much is it?”
Mr. Clovis raised his index finger.
"Ten thousand?" confidently, Abigail guessed as if she knew it.
(Wow, if it was ten thousand I could have half a year left though! But… I have to ask how he got the promo!)
“Eh? Obviously not. A hundred thousand pounds."
Hearing that, Abigail's eyes were like those of a dead fish.
(TH-TH—TH-THREE YEARS OF MY SALARY!!!!!)
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