Additionally, your HEART powers have been upgraded.
You may now add men to your detail at your own discretion as well as assign duties to your men around the island and the mansion without checking in with Kenji or me.
You have your own authority within this house, and it is no longer borrowed from ours.
Also, it has been brought to my attention that yesterday, you walked around the island getting things done on your own.
This will never occur again.
You have your own cart now with a driver. Anytime you wish to move, simply tell your men, "Prepare the cart."
It will be ready.
When we return to Tokyo, the same will apply with a vehicle. Tell your men, "Prepare the car." The car will take you wherever you wish to go.
If you need anything else, you have only to ask.
Your Roar.
I placed the card back in my pocket and a silly chuckle left me.
Alright, Reo. Thank you for your soul. I’ll take good care of it.
The elevator slowed.
The doors slid open onto the main floor of the mansion.
I stepped out, and the world rearranged itself around me.
The first staff member I passed was a young woman carrying a tray of folded linens. Her eyes flicked to my chest, found the pin, and immediately bowed without breaking stride. "Tora."
"Good afternoon."
She gave me a nervous smile and kept moving.
The next was a man in a black uniform polishing the brass of a side table. His gaze hit the pin. His shoulders dipped. His hands paused in their work just long enough to mark the moment. "Tora."
"Hello."
He blinked a few times and returned to his polishing.
By the time I reached the side entrance where my cart waited, three more staff had done the exact same dance. Eyes to the pin. Shoulders down. Voices low.Tora.
Do they know that Reo gave this to me? What’s going on with the pin? I’ll ask Kenji about it later. For now, I should check on my slave.
The afternoon sun pressed warm against my shoulders as I stepped outside, spotted the cart, and laughed.
Reo. . .
There was no mistaking that this cart was mine. Where the staff carts on this island were simple white, this one had been painted orange and had bold black tiger stripes along its sides in long sweeping curves. The cushions inside were black with gold hearts stitched into the headrest.
Now, when in the hell did you get this done?
The driver sat at the front in a black uniform with a tiger-striped heart pinned on his lapel.
Wow. You get an A+ for all the details, Reo.
As I approached, the driver turned in his seat and gave me a respectful nod. "Tora."
