The Grandbell Legacy 33 Opportunity 1

He was immediately greeted with a decent enough lounging area where he found a very familiar valet standing outside a door with an opaque gla.s.s window, labeled "Manager".
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Ci-ci gave that young man a once over, enjoying the panicked expression on his face when he was recognized.

Holding his hand out, Ci-ci looked the young man in the eye. "My keys."

"K – k … Y – y …" The young man couldn't form a proper sentence.

"I a.s.sume you ran here immediately after you recognized me, so I doubt you've had the time to properly organize my items. I don't need you to speak, just hand it over."

The young man's face reddened. He was about to tell Ci-ci that it was policy to organize keys in a systematic grid by parking position for ease of service. But, he realized that after Ci-ci spoke, the car keys really were in his pocket.

He didn't have the face to look Ci-ci in the eye and directly handed over the key. He was so fl.u.s.tered that he was distracted into letting Ci-ci walk right by him and into the manager's office.

"Wait! You can't go in there!" The young man reached out to stop Ci-ci, but it was too late.

"Well, well, well…" Ci-ci sneered.

He was greeted by quite a lovely sight. It seemed that this manager was quite fond of getting 'serviced' by his female employees during work hours. If Ci-ci knew that this was already the second time in the last half hour, he'd burst into a fit of laughter.

The young woman shrieked, running out half clothed once more. How bad was her luck? To be caught like this twice in one day was too much for her maiden heart to handle. If she could be considered a maiden anymore, that is.

"You…" The chubby manager shook in anger because he too immediately recognized Ci-ci Bell. But, he soon calmed as he quickly pulled up his pants. Everything was under his control here, what was there to worry about? A fallen genius couldn't do anything to him.

Ci-ci ignored his reaction, instead taking a glance at the Manager's name tag. "Romano, huh?" Ci-ci chuckled. "I wonder how The Italians would feel if they knew you were in bed with The Russians. What a scandal that would be? Truly an unexpected surprise."

An inexplicable emotion flashed in Manager Romano's eyes, but he quickly hid it with an indifferent expression. He was more surprised that Ci-ci was bold enough to call him out on such a sensitive topic. Gangs took their loyalty very seriously, something like this could get him skinned alive.

However, Ci-ci had no way of knowing his affiliations just based on a last name. It was too bad that his small change of expression was enough for Ci-ci to know what he needed to.

'Interesting. I had been planning on using Anabelle to expose this branch and vent some anger, but… this could be quite the interesting turn.'

For convenience's sake, Anabelle, Ci-ci's personal AI a.s.sistant, recorded everything that happened, saving the last 15 minutes of data and deleting the rest unless Ci-ci actively saved it. With this, it would be easy to expose the two women. However, Ci-ci was thinking twice about it now. Having a p.a.w.n like the Mariotte would be quite beneficial.

'I'll save it for now and think about it more later.' Ci-ci came to this decision, then put it to the back of his mind.

Ci-ci chuckled, then turned to leave, not following through on what he had come to do in the first place.

"I just came to say h.e.l.lo. If I'm going to be screwed over, I'd at least like to know the face of the person who did it. Ciao!"

The chubby manager could only watch as Ci-ci walked out of his office and through the emergency exit for employees.

When he heard Ci-ci say 'ciao', he felt an uncomfortable pressure overwhelm him. Ciao was Italian for goodbye, making Ci-ci's message quite clear: he had seen through him.

The manager suddenly felt that he had courted disaster. He had just wanted to gain some easy publicity for his Mariotte branch to foster some public affection. After all, the public was fiending for information, but Ci-ci deprived them of it. What kind of glorious reputation would the person who finally got his exclusive interview have?

However, this Ci-ci was far too clever. When the manager learned of what happened tonight, he would feel an even fiercer headache come on.

**

Ci-ci entered the underground parking lot, clicking his cars lock key and following the sound of the beeping.

However, Ci-ci was a bit too naïve to think the night would end here. Normally, he would have been annoyed, but the person leaning against his car was a beauty who didn't lose out to Frae and Milana in any way, his eyes couldn't help but brighten.

Although her brown hair was actually a sandy blond that hadn't been properly cared for, causing discoloration, and she was quite sloppily dressed, Ci-ci hardly cared for such things. It was quite easy to forgive a girl with such a delicate face and perfect figure. Even through the baggy clothing and cargo pants, it couldn't be hidden.

Ci-ci especially liked her sharp, intelligent hazel eyes. It reminded him of his mother's very much… Whenever he thought back to memories of her, those same intelligent hazel eyes would be the first thing to come up.

Ci-ci smiled, no longer annoyed although he was certain this was a reporter.

"You're quite resourceful, aren't you?" He teased.