Siena Dating Agency - Chapter 8

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08.

I replied nonchalantly.

“Well… objectively speaking, that would be true.”

“…”

“But I don’t really care about conditions like that…”

However, as I rambled on, a question arose.

‘…Why are you asking me this?’

I’m not the client, I’m just the center director.

“Wait… why are we talking about me? What matters is an objective perspective, not my personal thoughts.”

Lian, who had been staring at me intently, let out a silent snort.

Soon after, the corners of his mouth curved up wickedly.

“Just because.”

It was an enigmatic expression that I couldn’t interpret at all.

The red eyes nestled within his long eye shape were glowing particularly bright red today.

Facing such a Lian made me feel a bit strange.

‘This isn’t the guy I usually see.’

He had moments like this from time to time.

He’d maintain that buttery demeanor like Chase all the time, then suddenly transform into something heavy.

‘It’s like there are two different souls existing within his body.’

The staff seemed just as bewildered as I was.

I could feel the center’s atmosphere becoming awkward in an instant.

As I fidgeted with my sleeves for no reason, I suddenly snapped back to attention.

The clock on the wall had caught my eye.

“Anyway, getting back to the main point… We need to decide within 10 minutes whether we’ll execute this request or not.”

“…”

“Johan Beloster is on his way to the center right now. He’s scheduled to visit at exactly 10 o’clock.”

At my words, Heaven, who had been sipping juice, gulped it down.

Isadora and Finn turned their heads to check the time.

‘The current time is 9:50.’

The Johan I knew was absolutely not someone who would be late for an appointment.

“So, what do you want to do?”

“…”

“Tell the truth to the Marquis Beloster and back out of the request here. Or keep it as our secret and push through recklessly.”

Finn roughly ran his hands through his hair.

“Wow… This is totally a choice between keeping our conscience and becoming beggars, or swallowing the money and throwing away our conscience.”

“Damn, I had already planned what to do with the incentive money…”

Heaven seemed dejected as he lay flat on the desk with his face pressed against it.

Isadora spoke up.

“I stated my position earlier. I think we should tell the truth.”

“But Dora, why are you being like this? You usually go crazy for money.”

That’s right.

I was also curious why Isadora, who had the most materialistic mindset among them, was acting morally.

When Heaven asked, Isadora pushed up her glasses with her middle finger.

“While it’s regrettable to throw away an incentive that rolled in on its own, protecting the achievements we’ve built up is also important.”

“…”

“Our Willow Counseling Center’s reputation of ‘100% romance success rate’ – I’ve contributed significantly to that. I’m clearly the employee with the highest volume of love letter ghostwriting.”

“…”

“I don’t want this record to ever be broken.”

Ah…

‘I thought so. She simply chose honor over money.’

Finn and Heaven sided with Isadora.

“I also don’t think we should start something knowing it will fail.”

“The money is tempting, but… let’s protect our reputation instead of money.”

Lian, who had been sitting at the desk shaking his legs, muttered.

“Too bad. It looked like it would be fun.”

Given the staff’s reaction, I had to give up too.

‘Actually, this is better for me.’

I didn’t want to set up Johan and Violet from the beginning anyway.

‘That doesn’t mean an opportunity has fallen to me though…’

I had already heard who Johan’s heart was directed toward.

So now I was in no position to approach him.

‘My romance failed spectacularly, but… at least it’s somewhat relieving that I don’t have to lie to Johan.’

That’s when it happened.

Ding-a-ling, the bell rang from the front door and Johan entered the center.

‘Jesus Christ…’

Today too, it was that holy beauty that would absolve me of all my sins.

I greeted Johan while pretending to be nonchalant.

“You’re here?”

“I arrived right on time.”

Johan checked the clock pointing to exactly 10 o’clock and smiled.

‘Sigh… to think I have to say goodbye to those beautiful dimples.’

I didn’t want to see Violet and Johan being lovey-dovey, but I did like that the request meant I’d have many opportunities to meet with Johan…

But then, suddenly, some men began entering behind Johan.

‘Huh…?’

All five men were carrying something large in their hands.

Those were… baskets filled with food.

Johan made eye contact with the staff.

“I know that I’ve made a special request of you all that’s outside your usual work. I also know that this could interfere with the center’s operations.”

“…”

“However, since you graciously accepted my request, I wanted to offer a small token of gratitude.”

The men set the food down on an empty table.

Finn and Heaven were already examining the food as if they had teleported there.

“Steak… lobster…”

“What’s this? What do you call it?”

“Foie gras.”

“Wow… there’s salmon roe too.”

“That’s not salmon, it’s sturgeon roe.”

Didn’t he say it was a ‘small’ token of gratitude?

‘This rich male lead…’

Johan had offered the three great delicacies as a bribery offensive.

Finn and Heaven, who had been gulping down their saliva, soon flocked to me.

“Center Director, let’s do it.”

“Let’s do it, just do it.”

These guys…

‘How are they always so quick to change sides like this.’

Without answering, I looked back at Isadora.

She quietly opened her mouth while silently gazing at the feast.

“…Earlier, didn’t I disparage the fact that Johan Beloster is kind to everyone.”

“…”

“Thinking about it again, that was an extremely thoughtless remark. The Marquis is a good person.”

One corner of her mouth slowly curved upward.

“Let’s stake the name of Willow Counseling Center on it and turn this ending around.”

And so the staff once again succumbed to capitalism.

There was nothing more I could do about it.

‘And I can’t exactly send Johan away when he’s already come bearing food.’

I approached Johan and greeted him.

“I gratefully accept, Marquis.”

“I’m the one who’s grateful, Center Director. Please take good care of me.”

As Johan changed his pronunciation, the dimples at the corners of his mouth played hide and seek.

Taking in his brilliant smile made my heart ache.

‘Damn, I have to struggle again to pair you with Violet…’

If I refuse the request, it’s hard because I can’t see you, and if I carry out the request, it’s hard because I have to watch you stick close to another woman.

I could die from the heartbreak.

‘I wasn’t supposed to be in a romance fantasy possession, I just wanted to be Female Reader #1 playing a favorite character raising game.’

But now it could never be undone.

So I had to steel my heart.

‘Right… Johan has potential, just like I said.’

He’s a man who wouldn’t fall short anywhere.

‘Violet, I don’t care whether you like the Prince or not.’

I’ll show you just how great a gentle male lead can be.

* * *

9 PM, Aizet Baron’s Mansion.

Dim lighting was on in the mansion’s office.

Chase Willow sat in his chair, looking through a stack of papers.

Of course, given his personality of only liking to have fun, he wasn’t diligently handling business at this hour.

He was reading love letters that had arrived for him.

Chase, who had been flipping through numerous letters, soon set them down.

“…If they were going to send them, they should have sent them without going through our Center.”

In fact, Chase had immediately recognized upon opening the letters that they were written in Isadora Mendoza’s handwriting.

Isadora, Finn, and Heaven.

All three were talents that Chase had personally selected.

As such, Chase was a person with excellent memory.

After all, a Casanova must necessarily have good memory.

That way he won’t make mistakes with the women he meets.

Knock knock.

Suddenly, a knocking sound came from outside.

Chase downed the whiskey in his glass and said.

“Come in.”

Creak.

The door opened, and a large-framed silhouette entered the office.

Black hair that seemed wet as if freshly washed.

Red eyes that shone clearly even in the darkness.

The one who had come to Chase’s office was none other than Lian.

Chase, recognizing him, rose from his seat.

A song-like greeting flowed from his curved lips.

“Have you come, Your Highness the Prince?”

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