Chapter 8

"Oh! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have touched your property." I gave him a sheepish smile. Some boys are overprotective of their bikes than their girlfriend. Well... I can't blame them, I'm kinda one of those girls too. I won't allow anyone to touch my baby. "No. No. It's not mine. Mr. Hunter owns this." He said shaking his head. "You mean the arrogant, walking stick whose brain is filled with full of clay who don't even feel bad for hurting some cute girl?" His mouth hung opened and he blinked his eyes what seemed to years like a doll the one blink its eyes until we pulled the button off. "Sorry. I mean your manager?" He shook his head and walked towards the exit saying he is going to fix the problem in the pipe and also asked me to stay away from his treasury. An evil grin didn't fail to play on my lips the moment his back faded from my sight. I looked at his treasury and started to design my own work, it took me a fine fifteen minutes to complete. Mr. Walking stick, you played with