Since I Found You
Amateur Thieves

Altea stood staring with her eyes wide open perfectly, as she caught the familiar figure. The brunette almost dropped the tray with Vlad's freshly taken breakfast plate. Fortunately, the young woman was still able to control herself. Altea was back to being ordinary. Moreover, when Mykola set his sights on him.

“Excuse me. I want to go through,” Altea said without caring about the two men at the door.

“Are you busy, Miss Miller?” ask Mykola calmly.

“Iya, I ..”

“Just put the tray near the door, Miss Miller,” Vlad interrupted from inside the room. He who had been facing the window, this time had turned the wheelchair. Vlad looked at Altea who had turned to him.

“But ... this ...” Altea stammered in giving an answer to Vlad.

“That's my order. Put!” vlad's word was quite low in volume, but it sounded firm and stressed. Vlad motioned to the brown-haired young lady, to do as he had commanded.

Forcibly, Altea placed the tray she was carrying near the outer door. The young woman returned to the room, and found Vlad and Mykola looking fixedly at her. Meanwhile, Willy directed his gaze in all directions. As much as possible, he avoided looking directly at Altea.

“Good, Mykola.” Vlad opened the conversation. “Say, who is this man you brought?” tanyakanya.

Mykola did not answer immediately. The dark-haired handsome man turned to Willy who looked flabbergasted. Mykola gestured for the blonde owner to introduce himself to Vlad.

But Willy seemed doubtful. He looked at Altea for a moment. His face looks wrong. It might be more properly called fear. Moreover, after the young man saw Altea who glared sharply at him.

On one hand, Willy felt bad for Altea. On the other hand, the shadow of a stack of euros he had been able to pocket, smelled so fragrant and made the pocket of hoodie jacket he was wearing felt heavier. In his mind, Willy was busy guessing the amount of money he got from Mykola.

“Why are you quiet?” ask Vlad full of authority.

“Content yourself. Don't be nervous,” said Mykola while patting Willy's back shoulder. In fact, Mykola knew very well that the man with the army green hoodie jacket must be in an uncomfortable situation against Altea.

Willy smiled clumsily. He turned back to Altea who was still looking at him sharply. “Um .. My name is Wilhelm Holzner. You can call me Willy. I'm a cashier at ...”

“Tell me your relationship with Miss Miller,” between Vlad still sounds authoritative. “I'm sure, Mykola brought you here not for no apparent reason.”

“Um, yes. Me ... we ..” Willy scratched his head. He turned back to Altea. The young lady continued to look at him with an intimidating look. Altea even folded his hands on his chest, as a sign that he was challenging someone. Willy knows body language like that.

Mykola who seemed to be able to read the indirect interaction between the two of them, immediately took action. He shifted to the front of Altea. His high posture was firm, of course directly covering Altea's body. “Speak,” tell Mykola calmly, while pointing his hand at Vlad. That he did as a signal to let Willy face the employer.

Meanwhile, Vlad was still waiting for what the blond young man would say. The attitude shown by the Russian businessman may look calm. However, to Willy it felt like an intimidation that made him depressed. Just like when he saw Altea's eyes.

“Altea Miller .. she .. she is ...”

“Close your mouth, Mama's boy!” sergeant Altea, who has been silent since. He's trying to get ahead. Altea would probably pull the hoodie jacket headdress that Willy was wearing, then drag the young man out of the room.

However, Mykola immediately restrained the young woman's arm. He kept Altea behind his sturdy body. “Continue, Willy,” tell the handsome assistant with a calm smile.

“Altea is my cousin,” Willy said with body language that looks increasingly uncomfortable. “I'm sorry, Cousin. I was pressed,” regretted Willy while putting a face to Altea, who was behind Mykola's body. At that time, Altea only showed his face from behind the arm of the handsome assistant earlier.

“Can you shut up, Miss Miller?” reprimand Vlad turned his head for a moment to Altea who was back hiding behind Mykola's sturdy body. “I heard you talking to someone on the phone. Wh who? Your dad?” ask the handsome man in the wheelchair.

“You eavesdropped?” altea Protest.

“I accidentally heard it,” to Vlad.

Altea snorted annoyedly. He almost hit Mykola's back with his clenched hand. However, that foolish action he immediately paused. This time, he was able to control himself well. “What's my fault? Why do you guys judge me like this?” protest again.

“You have stolen my expensive watch. Didn't you know it was a limited edition?” sahut Mykola looked back for a moment.

“Don't you say everything is done, if I'm willing to be the pompous master's nurse?” Altea again protested loudly.

“Yes, but it turns out Mr. Ignashevich wants to get to know you further. So, I'm happy to help her,” Mykola said.

“Damn you!” maki Altea's.

Meanwhile, Vlad just shook his head slowly. The young lady's character had reminded him of someone from the past. A woman who has stolen his heart and has not yet succeeded in making him turn away, has put herself in a slump.

Vlad breathed out slowly. His feelings suddenly went out of whack. He turned his eyes to Willy. “So, you're Miss Miller's cousin?” ask the blue-eyed man. He tried to shake off the feelings that made him uncomfortable.

“Ya, Sir. My uncle was looking for Altea all over Hamburg. I was bored, because almost every day he asked me. I also don't know if Altea is here. The last time we met was when he stole clothes at the boutique where I worked,” Willy said with an unkind look.

“Shut your mouth, Wilhelm Holzner! If you still talk a lot, then I will tell Aunt Steffany that you often masturbate in the bathroom, while looking at a photo of Lady Katherine Klose,” Altea threatened, said, which made Vlad and Mykola instantly stare at their smiles.

“Gosh. You peeked at me?” Willy widened his eyes, not believing what Altea was saying.

“I ... I accidentally did it,” by Altea.

“Unintentionally? You said ‘often’,” protest Willy upset. However, Altea did not respond. He prefers silence.

Vlad and Mykola looked at each other. The look of the two implied something. A moment later, Mykola nodded. He turned his attention to Willy. “See, Miss Miller's father is so upset. Is there anything important other than a father's anxiety about his daughter?” ask Vlad's assistant full of probes.

“Uncle Herbert ...”

“Shut your mouth, Willy! You have no right to say anything!” sergeant Altea. “Again, why do you want to know my personal affairs. That's very unethical!” Altea did not accept the attitude of Vlad and Mykola.

“You want Willy not to say anything, Miss Miller?” sahut Vlad's.

“Of course! Have you never heard of something called privacy?” sahut Altea. His brown eyes shone sharply at Vlad. The young lady seemed to have no fear at all.

“Then take these two people away from my house, Mykola! Prepare the files to make a report to the police. Soon, we will process the crimes of those who have harmed you materially. The boutique manager will certainly be happy, because the thieves who harmed them have been caught,” Vlad said in a cold and flat tone.