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My happy dream was shattered by the incessant sound of the alarm clock. Headaches that hurt a lot.

I moaned and covered my ears with the blanket that lay upon my body. I just got home yesterday and I think I slept almost less than five hours. Annoying! What's the point of weekends if I can't even relax? Jusmiyo! It's Saturday! Can't he let me sleep well first?

I sighed a relief when the annoying alarm went off. But after a while, there was a scream from the door.

"Marko Jose Peralta!"

I was upset about it. I drove my eyes towards the door. When I came to the door, I opened it right up. Immediately exposed before me was the man who had the nerve to stir up my morning.

Like before, he always wears his sunglasses. He also wearing dark jeans, which he matched to his white buttoned shirt.

Gross.

I couldn’t stop rolling my eyes.

"Stop calling my full name, Cyril Lucio Peralta. I could kick you in the ass," I said, but he just walked in front of me.

He finally made it to my unit. I turned around again and went to the bedroom. I grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom. I even yawned before taking off my clothes. When I finally opened the shower, I turned my eyes off completely. I left the water running over my body. After a quick shower, I put on my clothes right away. I was wearin' my blue blazer.

"Bitch! My ass is still not warm on your couch! Maybe you want to rest first," he whispered as he emerged from the couch and went to the other side...

I rolled my eyes again. That gay doesn't have any respect, huh?

I frowned. He's still staring at his computer in the morning. No wonder why his glasses are so thick.

I didn't know what to do. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Will you come out or I will break your laptop?"

He laughed when I finally got to the door. He even annoyed me before he got in front of me. I closed the door and reminded myself to hold back. I remind myself that he is my brother.

We crossed the grey aisle together. We walked the whole way to the elevator. He followed me while tapping on his cell phone. We've already inside. And as it closed, I could see with my two eyes the frown on his forehead.

"What's the problem with you?" I asked.

He let out a relief. "Gosh. Your brother Nicko. He seems to be deceived again," he answered irritably.

I hit him on the head. "Oh, you forgot? That's your brother too."

I couldn't help but get irritated. Whoever the younger one is, he's always impolite. If Mommy was still alive, she could have been bitten.

"Will Nicko finish this mission?" I asked again, looking forward and waiting for the elevator to open. My unit's on the 19th floor, so it's gonna take a while for me to get down.

"Hopefully soon, but it looks like he's gonna caught," he responded by shaking his head.

We arrived peacefully on the ground floor. Between the 15th and 19th floors are units of the people who work here. Trust me, 90 percent of the employees here are lazy to go home.

Here on the ground floor is what we consider the cafeteria and headquarters. When you enter this building, you will be welcomed with tables and chairs and a very beautiful design. It's like a bar, but when you walk a little further, the headquarters will meet you.

Every person we come across bows. They say hello, but only Cyril replies. It's kind of boring talking.

We sat in the high chair. We now have in front of us the shelf with different types of wine.

"Welcome back, Agent Marky!" Jerome greeted warmly. One of Cyril's staff.

It laid out in front of us the food that was served every morning. "Miracle that you're here on this floor," he added with a laugher.

Whenever my assignments are over, I always stay in my unit. I just sleep and eat.

"Do you still have an order?" he added.

"No more. Just go away and I might throw this milkshake in front of me in your face," I replied.

"I hate you!" he even laughed before finally leaving.

I let out a deep sighed again. Cyril went back to his cellphone. I, in turn, started eating. Every time I’m here in this building I almost get used to the hotsilog breakfast. Fortunately, it was a few months before I got home. I stayed here for a day or two before embarking on the mission again.

I was about to start my breakfast when Cyril suddenly speak.

"Uncle is calling you to his office," he said without taking his eyes off the cellphone. Gosh, very rude.

I just nodded and ate again. I'm sure the mission will be given again, hayst. This is my last mission this year. As the first child of Peralta I had to finish 10 missions before I could finally inherit everything. For the time being, my uncle is in charge of everything. From the large to small companies of our corporation. Dad has been missing for more than four years now so he is the one to handle it.

The one next to me was shaken. "The leading company in the seventh region finally fell to the ground," said Cyril who grinned at me. "It looks like Uncle's disciple is leading again."

I just shrugged.

I accept missions when I know bad people are in charge. Uncle is very scared that he might lose the small companies that belong to us. He brings them down through the eldest and second children of the shareholders.

That is one of the conditions before you can enter your company into the corporation. Once you enter your company you also need to enter the eldest and your second child.

His eyes widened while still looking at his cellphone. "It fell and you killed it! You, monster! You don't even feel sorry for them!" he added.

The company that sells young people should not be pitied. I thought at first that it was just a simple company. But behind its beautiful name there is a hidden pungent smell.

When we finished eating, we went to Uncle's office. It is at the top of this building, 20th floor. That whole floor was his. Uncle also has his own elevator. Ever since Dad disappeared he has rarely gone down. He's always busy. It looks like he won't really give up until he sees Dad.

"Have you heard anything about him yet?" Cyril asked after we entered the elevator.

I was a little surprised by his question. I did not expect. He surprised me so much. I didn't say a word. I was quiet until we reached the last floor.

A white light greeted us. There was a chandelier hanging in the middle of the hallway leading to Uncle's office. Unlike on the first floor which is just normal light.

I can't help but be frowned.

This floor is still has the same color. Nothing has changed, the tiles are still gray. The wall is still black. Scary. But Uncle is more frightening though.

We have a lot pictures passing by. That is a picture of the Peralta's who have passed away. Underneath those paintings are their names.

I was passing by when I saw the last picture. It's long black hair, it's enchanting blue eyes. Very beautiful. 

I heard Cyril laughed. It stopped and tapped my shoulder. It also looked in the picture. "You really look like Mama," she said and walked away again while laughing.

I smiled, I felt a little pain when I remembered my mother.

I followed him until we reached the end. He opened the door.

Similar to the hallway, the color of his office is mostly black and gray. There's a lot of rising cabinets and bookshelves. And of course guns hanging on the wall.

"Good morning uncle," Cyril greeted before bowing.

I couldn’t help but laugh in my mind. My brother is very kind when facing my uncle, huh?

I also slightly bowed. "Good morning, uncle."

Uncle smiled. "Good morning to the both of you." He gestured the chair in front of him. "Sit down."

We headed to the black chair. I glanced at the elongated object lying on top of his desk.

ATTY. ROGELIO T. PERALTA

I don't know why Cyril called my uncle panot. I looked at my uncle as he sneezed. There I found the answer to my question. Little by little, Uncle's hair was falling out at the top. It has white hair as well. But the authority cannot be removed from his stance. You feel the very strong aura.

He took something from his drawer and later he handed me a gray folder.

I looked at my brother who was also looking at the folder I was holding. I could see the curiosity in his eyes.

Looks like I'm going to do another mission, again. I think it's weird and very fast.

I accepted it without hesitation. After all, this is my last mission this year.

I saw on that folder the golden circle with a sword and book in the middle. Symbol of the Peraltas.

By the time I open the folder I have accepted the mission. On back of my mind, I can refuse and rest first but someone urges me to open it.

The smirk never left my lips when I saw the information on the first page. I felt even more excited when I saw the picture of a man.

“Your last ultimate mission is to overthrow the leading company in NCR,” Uncle said who like me also couldn’t get rid of the grin.

My brother and I looked at each other. We both smiled and I almost wanted to start the mission right away. Exciting. I can not wait.

"Overthrow the PEREZ," Tito grinned again.

"Overthrow the people who killed your mother and your sister."