March 7th thought for a moment, then quickly hurried to catch up.
Because she had doubted herself for so long earlier, she could no longer find Capote or Zeig.
Looking at the vast crowd in Herta Space Station, March 7th was stumped for a moment.
"What now, I lost them."
Just as she was at a loss, a commotion came from a corner in the distance.
As if guided by some force, March 7th quickly walked over.
Power room.
This place was very deserted; normally, no one would come here at all.
And now, March 7th hid outside the door, peeking her head in.
She didn't want to look, but once she did, they were all familiar faces.
The figures of Capote and Lamina came into March 7th's view.
"I'm asking you, how can you not even handle this little thing? You ruined the clothes in the wash—couldn't you hand-wash them?"
Capote pointed at the somewhat wrinkled suit in his hand, very dissatisfied.
Lamina lowered her head, clutching her hands, said embarrassedly:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Capote. This suit, I actually did hand-wash it. The wrinkling might be because of the fabric—before, I had suggested dry cleaning would be better, but at that time you said dry cleaning doesn't clean thoroughly..."
Capote threw the suit onto the floor, took off his glasses and angrily said:
"So you're saying it's my fault?"
Lamina quickly lowered her head, apologized in a small voice:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Capote. I, I really didn't do it on purpose."
"Fine, fine, take the clothes back and iron them again." Capote waved his hand impatiently. "Good thing Mr. Zeig isn't a superficial person and doesn't care about my appearance, otherwise today I wouldn't have been able to leave a good impression."
"You too—if you can do it, do it; if you can't, get lost! I'm telling you, a lot of people are eyeing your position. With so many in my fan club, for you to become this secretary, you've already struck big luck, understand?!"
Lamina pursed her lips, quickly nodded:
"I, I understand, Mr. Capote. Thank you very much for your generosity."
"Sigh." Capote held his forehead, sighed.
"Alright, I need to continue entertaining Mr. Zeig. Maybe if he's happy, he can even teach me some skills. As for the clothes, handle it yourself—buying a new one is fine too."
Hearing this, Lamina suddenly raised her head, said very hesitantly:
"But, but my salary isn't much to begin with. Every day I buy you breakfast, lunch, dinner, late-night snacks—I can only eat pickled vegetables myself. Now, where would I get extra credits to buy you a suit?"
Capote showed an impatient expression:
"That's not my problem. Besides, isn't this also training your ability to handle things? I'm cultivating you—bitter first, sweet later, don't you understand? Hurry and go handle it, don't make me angry again."
Immediately after, Capote didn't even glance at the clothes on the floor and quickly walked out.
March 7th quickly hid behind a potted plant. Only after confirming Capote had walked far away did she slowly poke her head out.
"Holy crap, this Capote is really disgusting."
Just earlier, he was talking eloquently in front of a big group of fans, but privately, he was like a completely different person.
So Lamina was his secretary.
Looks like she's having a really hard time.
After a while, Lamina also came out hugging the suit, looking soulless, like a walking corpse.
"I will definitely make something of myself. Big sister, I definitely..."
March 7th didn't know what Lamina was muttering, just watched her slowly leave.
Is this the workplace? It's way too exhausting.
"No wait, I think I came to find Zeig!"
Realizing this, little March directly chased in the direction Capote had left.
She didn't know how far she chased, but finally at a footbridge, she saw Capote's figure.
Standing in front of him, there was now only one Zeig.
March 7th's pink-blue eyes widened.
Did the borisin run away?
She hurried forward, shouted at Zeig:
"Hey, where did the borisin go?!"
Zeig saw March 7th running over, asked puzzled:
"Borisin, what borisin?"
March 7th: "The other you that was just standing next to you."
Zeig suddenly understood: "Oh, you're talking about my good brother. He said he wasn't feeling well, went to the bathroom."
"???" March 7th was stunned, completely dumbfounded. "Good brother? Since when do you have a good brother like that."
At this time, Capote beside them also came over to mediate. He returned to his pretentious manner, smiled politely:
"Hey, Miss March 7th, even Master Zeig didn't say anything—calm down a bit."
"Calm down, how can I calm down?!" March 7th raised an eyebrow.
Zeig is with a borisin right now—could he have been deceived by the borisin?
"And you, don't try to get chummy with us!" March 7th immediately pulled Zeig, keeping distance from Capote.
Making Zeig completely confused.
March 7th saw his doubt, so she leaned close to his ear, staring at Capote and whispered:
"I'm telling you, this Capote isn't a good person."
Zeig was stunned: "No way."
"Smack——!!"
March 7th slapped Zeig's head, gritted her teeth and said: "Just trust me, stay away from him, don't learn from that kind of person, got it?"
Two-faced, and oppressing his own secretary.
That kind of person is the worst.
Zeig rubbed his aching head, nodded: "Alright, you call the shots."
Watching the two whispering while staring at him, although Capote smiled on the surface, he grew uneasy inside.
"Brother Zeig, what are you two discussing?"
March 7th hummed:
"Nothing, why hasn't that borisin come back yet—did he die in the toilet?"
As long as they catch the borisin, Sister Himeko might calm down.
After resolving this, she definitely has to tell Asta about Lamina's situation.
Let her properly punish this bastard Capote!
Hmph.
"Huh?" March 7th turned back. "Where's Zeig?"
Capote beside her replied:
"Over there, Mr. Zeig is chatting with your sister."
"Sister?"
March 7th suddenly had a bad premonition, looked in the direction Capote pointed.
"..."
Sure enough, Zeig was currently chatting with "another" March 7th.
Zeig: "What do you think about the situation in Syria?"
The other March 7th: "Glug glug, I think the current war situation in Syria..."
Watching the two talk eloquently, March 7th only felt a headache, quickly rubbed her temples with both hands to stay calm.
She slowly walked toward the two.
"Borisin, you've got some guts, even turning into me."
"Hm?" The other March 7th looked puzzled at the real March 7th. "What are you saying?"
March 7th hands on hips, arrogantly said: "I'm saying, you've met your end with me—honestly go back into the containment pod!"
The fake March 7th was stunned upon hearing this.
Then.
She intimately hooked her arm around Zeig's, staring suspiciously at the real March 7th:
"But I am the real March 7th."
Zeig nodded: "Yeah, March, she is you."
March 7th speechless:
"Do you want to listen to what you're saying."
Hearing this, the fake March 7th's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, pointing at March 7th and said coquettishly:
"What do you mean by this, are you trying to ruin the relationship between me and my dear? We've always been very loving."
Zeig echoed: "Yes yes yes."
"..."
March 7th immediately had black lines all over her head, stared unkindly at Zeig and the fake March 7th pretending to be weak in front of her, gritted her teeth:
"I really am... crap! Turning into me is one thing, but can you not be so weak— you're ruining my reputation."
That fake March 7th, hearing this, leaned even closer to Zeig, practically pressing her whole body against him.
Very gently said:
"But this is how our relationship has always been."
Zeig beside her also cooperatively held the fake March 7th's hand. "Yeah yeah, we've been together for over three years."
"Three years my ass! Stop messing around, hurry and throw her into the containment pod."
"No way." Zeig shook his head. "I won't abandon my legal wife."
The fake March 7th also cooperatively kissed Zeig's cheek, her pink-blue eyes showing a shy expression.
"You bad guy, hate you~"
"Hehe."
"Haha."
March 7th: "..."
This guy really knows how to play.