For Sale: Male Lead, Obsession Included - Chapter 7
In my chaotic rush to work, I didnāt have time to notice the expression on the male leadās face.
I just moved quickly with the thought, āJust don’t be late.ā
Little did I know, every casual word I had uttered might have been a trigger for the male lead’s obsession…
I truly had not imagined such a thing.
In my own way, I thought I had maintained a proper balance…
ā¦All the while, foolishly complacent.
***
āYes. The Southern Continent’s Golem Trading Company has reached out. They want to start trade relations with our house and extend it to the empire.ā
āGolem is an important trader, so be alert and bring the documents.ā
āYes.ā
In the midst of hectic work, my father, the head of our household, commanded the office today with a severe demeanor, and we, the lowly assistants, were getting twisted up in knots.
Knock, knockā
A visitor had come to the office.
While my father was packing the documents he had been looking at into an envelope to take somewhere, he commanded the visitor to come in.
Even as I busily flipped through documents, I kept an eye on the safe where my father kept important papers.
āIf only I could crack that safe.ā
The reason I clung to this office like a dog was precisely because of that safe.
A safe holding documents containing all the major and minor details of numerous families.
It likely held all the incriminating documents of this household, too.
Considering this villainous family doesnāt hesitate to engage in illegal slave trading, even a little digging would surely raise a lot of dust.
Handling the familyās affairs, I could sniff out more than a few suspicious transactions and funds.
From untraceable jewels to suspicious correspondence with the not-so-friendly Eastern Continent.
As someone hoping for this villainous family to fall thoroughly, I was investigating these suspicious elements.
And all that evidence was in that safe!
Even before the male lead arrived, I had been eyeing that safe, planning to turn this family in to the Duchy as soon as I returned the male lead to the duke.
Reporting to the Duchy, which oversees the nation’s security, about a family that involves themselves in slave trade and secretly deals with the Eastern Continent, could lead to imprisonment for the involved parties and, with solid evidence, even execution, as Duke Ragnar has that power.
Thatās what I was aiming for when I resolved to become the dog of this office.
The miserable destruction of this household that starved and abused me as a bastard! Thatās what Iām hoping for.
Not only escaping this household but also hoping for the erasure of this family from maps and history books, and the death of everyone else who shares my last name!
I pressed down on the paper with my pen until it nearly broke.
āThe day my dream will come true isnāt far off.ā
Now that I have the male lead in my hands, only one thing remains.
To break into that safe, secure the evidence, and make contact with the Dukeās house.
I gritted my teeth as if I had lived only for this day.
āWait for it, you bastards of Glioced.ā
It seems like the ending of the original where everyone (except me) is massacred is right around the corner.
***
āAh, sh-t. Iām going to die of exhaustion.ā
Having naturally stayed for overtime again today, I left work completely drained.
When will I ever find the time to crack that safe and gather the evidence when grinding people down like this?
I donāt even have the strength to lift a spoon.
Dragging my weary body, I slowly made my way to my room.
It wasnāt so much that today was a busy day; it felt more like my soul had been sucked out after cleaning up someoneās mess.
āThat damned thing.ā
It was because of another mishap caused by my sister, Lavelier.
Attending to Lavelier’s vanity, cleaning up her messes, and listening to her complaints was essentially my main job, so there was no escaping it.
Today, again, I rushed to Lavelier’s room at the summons of a maid, and what did she say?
Ā
“How slow. Couldnāt you hurry up?”
I’m so used to being scolded in a similar manner every day that I hardly remembered it anymore.
I bowed deeply in apology and asked her what she needed today. Lavelier, with her beautiful face all scrunched up, pointed to a slave collapsed in the corner.
“Get rid of him.”