Since I Found You
Beautiful Hustler

Vlad turned his wheelchair over to the glass window. It was a sign that the conversation was over. He didn't say anything else. The man continued what he used to do. Pondered, while looking at the vast lake near the house.

Mykola already understood such a gesture. He glanced at Altea who was still standing while furrowing an eyebrow. The young woman understood nothing. It was Mykola's job to brief him. The dark-haired handsome man, led Altea out of the room. He shut the door tight. Mykola, take Altea to the living room.

Altea Miller's. Twenty-three year old young lady. Beautiful is brave too. He has long hair on his back. Thick and brown. Although not neatly arranged, but Altea still looks sweet with such a hairstyle.

The young woman also had an ideal body shape. His stomach looks flat, and fits perfectly with the crop top he wears. As for the continuation, Altea wore long cargo pants. From the appearance, it has described what the character of the brown-eyed young woman looks like.

"Don't be rash, Miss Miller. You don't know what Lord Vlad Ignashevich's character looks like" Mykola scolded as he ordered Altea to sit in one of the chairs.

"I'll find out soon enough" Altea said lightly while sitting quietly.

"Don't underestimate this work," Mykola again scolded with a serious look. Supposedly, it was already quite understood by Altea, that Mykola was not playing around.

"Of course not, Mr. Vanko. You don't have to worry about that. I know what to do," Altea replied. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. Before Altea could pick up and start his cigarette, Elke first appeared there. The middle-aged woman serves drinks along with a typical German snack, Apfelstrudel.

"Why bother, Miss Ignashevich." Although not too much talk, but Mykola turned out to be a friendly man and did not hesitate to mince words.

"It's okay. I happened to make this for Vlad. There's nothing wrong if I serve it to you too" Elke said as she sat in one of the chairs. The blond woman then turned her eyes to Altea who looked eager to taste the food on the table. "Don't hesitate, Miss Miller." Elke smiled warmly at the young lady.

"It looks so good, ma'am. In the past, my late mother also liked to make cakes like this," said Altea returned Elke's smile.

"Her mother?" Elke was still glaring at the young woman who was about to become her son's nurse.

"Yes. My mother died about six years ago. After that, I lived with my father and a sister. However, now my brother has a family," said Altea without any awkwardness at all.

While Mykola only listened to the casual chat while playing the phone. He was busy replying to some incoming messages. Moments later, Mykola beckoned Altea to immediately finish the drinks and cakes that were in the young woman's grasp.

Altea had briefly knitted his brows for a moment. However, he finally nodded. “During work here, where will I sleep, Mistress?” altea asked without further ado, while chewing on the cake and gulping down his espresso in a hurry.

“Oh. I'll set up a room on the second floor. Near Vlad's room. That way, you will have no trouble if you have to come to my son's room at any time,” explained Elke friendly.

“Good. Looks like it's a good idea,” says Altea enthusiastically.

“I don't think there's a problem anymore, Madam. I can return to the city with relief,” said Mykola who had moved from his seat.

“I will take Mr. Vanko,” by Altea while following Mykola.

“Thank you for your help, Mykola. You really understand my situation that began to get tired quickly,” said Elke as he waved at Mykola who had arrived at the doorway.

“I should have helped you, Madam,” Mykola replied while nodding. He closed the front door after Altea was already outside the house.

“What are you planning, Miss Miller?” ask Mykola curiously. His eyes focused on Altea. From the expression he showed, it was obvious that the man was feeling objection.

“I didn't plan anything, Sir,” Altea replied lightly.

“Our agreement from the beginning is to make you work to serve Mr. Vlad Ignashevich indefinitely,” Mykola said with words of emphasis.

“You can see for yourself that Vlad accepted my presence with great constancy. Then, what else do I have to do?” Altea shook his head not understanding. "It seems, he is not friendly with humans," Altea chirped at will.

"Don't just talk, Miss Miller," Mykola said.

"God. You and the guy in there really don't have a sense of humor" Altea said.

“Already. Your job is to make Lord Vlad accept you. That's why I brought you here,” Mykola asserted.

Altea fell silent at the look on Mykola's increasingly serious face and looked a little scary.

Mykola clucked in annoyance, as he opened the car door. He was sitting comfortably behind the wheel. Mykola tapped his finger, then turned to Altea who was still standing in place, before turning his gaze forward.

The handsome man started running the car at a moderate pace towards Hamburg, the nearest metropolis. On that journey, his mind twisted the madness when he first met Altea.

At that time, Mykola was in a hurry to hold an important meeting, at a luxury restaurant located not far from the office where he worked. Vlad Ignashevich's big company is in charge, ever since the master chose to hide and avoid humans.

The distance of the restaurant is not too far from the office, making Mykola decided to walk. As he was about to cross over, he collided quite violently with a woman.

Mykola doesn't care much about that. He continued his steps towards the restaurant.

However, as the lunch went on, he realized that his watch had vanished from his wrist. “Gosh.” Mykola laughed softly. Laughing at her stupidity that didn't realize that she had a pickiness. In a split second, Mykola could already guess who the culprit was. Of course the woman who hit him earlier.

Mykola remained calm and focused on the lunch, as well as the all-important business meeting. No matter what luxury watches cost thousands of Euros lost. He still has dozens of other collections, on his walk in closet penthouse.

Two hours have passed. Mykola was so serious about discussing several topics with colleagues, that he got a word of agreement. The meeting resulted in a decision that benefited the company. The lunch was closed with a warm handshake full of familiarity.

A feeling of satisfaction and relief accompanied the steps of the Russian man, when he came out of the restaurant. He wants to go back to the office. However, when he almost stepped on his pantofel shoes on the asphalt of a pedestrian-only crossing, Mykola undoes the intention. Suddenly, an idea sprang up in his mind to take a detour route.

What he did, he spent a lot of time. But it doesn't matter to him. As long as he can have fun.

Mykola's footsteps, led him to a row of shops. Some of them are expensive boutiques that sell famous clothing brands. She then remembered the birthday of Jessie, the secretary who had helped her work a lot.

“One work clothes stel at a great price, maybe enough to show my gratitude and appreciation to her,” Mykola murmured inwardly. He entered a famous boutique.

Mykola stopped to admire the arrangement of the room that looked so elegant and beautiful. The boutique walls are dominated by glass as well as crystal chandeliers that are so artistic and look expensive.

Mykola walked back and down each hanging shelf, looking for a suitable suit. Again, he had to stop when his gaze caught a woman who looked familiar to him.

Secretly, Mykola watched the young woman from behind the hanging shelf that managed to hide her body. However, Mykola was still able to notice every move the brunette girl made.

Mykola estimated the girl was under her age. Probably around his twenties. The girl was busy rubbing the inside of the crate of clothes she was carrying. He then brought the shirt into the dressing room.

Curious, Mykola continued to follow the girl to the front of the room with the gray curtain. He waited for her there, until the young lady came out and opened the curtain.

The girl looked very surprised, when she saw the tall figure, standing in her way. “Excuse me. I want to pass,” he said.

“Where did you hide that shirt?” mykola asked without regard to the girl's words.

“What clothes? I don't understand what you mean,” drive that girl with an innocent face.

“The clothes that you damaged barcode,” Mykola replied with a calm smile.

“Is that shirt you're hiding behind that super-large shirt and cargo pants you're wearing?” hatchlings.

“Ah! I don't have time for jokes like this.” The girl dodged while laughing softly. He was about to pass by in front of Mykola.

However, before the girl actually left, Mykola first blocked the young woman's arm while whispering, “I am an eyewitness to your criminal acts, Miss. First, you stole my watch. Just so you know, the watch I wear is only produced fifty pieces all over the world. You can imagine how expensive it is, right?”

“If you want to sell it on a container, you will definitely only get a small profit. They can't afford to pay for that stuff that much. After all, the watch does not have a certificate or letters supporting its authenticity,” said Mykola still while whispering.

“Both. The price of the clothes you stole is also quite expensive. Equivalent wages of workers of production parts for three months. I can easily drag you to the security section and prove to you that you are a thief. You can be arrested and dragged to the police station, and then tried. If you do not want to go to jail, you can pay a nominal fine many times more than the goods you take...”.

“Alright! I admit wrong and lose! What should I do!” Boldly, the young lady cut Mykola's words just like that.

“I offer you unlimited work,” Mykola replied with a meaningful smile. “I will also give you a suitable salary. So, you don't have to commit criminal acts like this anymore,” he concluded.