I keep crying, I had the room locked as I didn't want Kilo seeing me like that and besides, I don't come and bother him when he gets calls. He can surprisingly work a phone...as long it's something vintage. Luckily I had convinced the college to create a hybrid of something vintage for my home phone. A beautiful rotary dial phone with electric copper wire, the phone and stand is a mixture of a rose and a bow with it's quiver. He tells me that it's a beautiful phone. I'm just glad that the call logs and voicemail has infinite memory. That phone in particular is located in his room. I have multiple home phones that are within each room, hell there's a wall phone in the kitchen all but my bedroom as I have my cellphone and my friends and those of Estelle College have my cell number. So only Kilo uses the house phones unless I want to order take out...which is rare.
I remain there, crying my eyes out as the memories of what happened in Japan. I can take a lot of shit, but the loss of my beloved hound had hit me the hardest than any raid and mission possible. The college had been empathetic. Especially those that had been on The Japan Mission. Yumi had been incredibly pissed of what her family (blood and otherwise) had done to my fluffy little pup. I had made an alter dedicated to my pup and took incredibly good care about it. Yumi and Aoi now goes to Estelle College (under my voucher) to control their abilities and to possibly reverse the damage that has been happening to them, especially to Yumi who's life has been shortened due to how powerful she is and the price of said power.

When I had finally regained my mind and stopped my crying; I had noted the breakdown and the call into the health journal, along with everything that has been happening all the way to that point. The Health Department is gonna have a meltdown once they read these entries. With the Defense Department. I got back to work, having to make up for the lost time due to the breakdown. Once I finish with Caesar's order, which is immaculate as always and turned out far better than I originally thought.
Travels well too.
I'm just glad he did the premium shipping and handling too. Comes with special crates and small and presents when it's time for shipping. Depending on the order, all the presents that come free with the premium shipping is unique and only for that order. Like I said, Caesar's a rich bastard. It doesn't help that he only wants the best.

I'm so glad that Estelle gave me the drones. And the crates.

Once I send off Caesar's order, I gave him a bejeweled card telling him that The Japanese Branch tried to get me to make kimonos and he should 'chat' with them (Caesar's gonna rip them a new one). And a plush doll of him in a princely outfit with a matching crown dawned on his head since he's practically a prince. I just smile as I place everything within the custom metallic crate, the crate is a beautiful shimmering silver with electric gold lining, the button upon the lid has the perfect silhouette of a crown on it and once identity is established (full body 360 scan, handprint of both hands and retinal scan of both hands), it'll go through all sorts of fanfare as it floats all of it's contents before the receiver. I just laugh as I pack Caesar's order. I'm gonna make sure it's gonna be in front of all of the other rich snobs as he receives and opens it. How do I know that he'll be around other rich snobs? He told me that he's hosting a 'tea party' at one of his vacation houses. He even told me the time.
I'm smiling as I make the final touches to it.
The bejeweled card involving the Japanese branch is at the very bottom while there's another letter (the thank you letter), a pure white envelope with a wax seal on it and the letter itself is a ivory parchment with a gold leaf boarder written in calligraphy of glittering ink that shines different colors. He's one my best customers and I heard some of his 'guests' mock my service of how I treat Caesar and that I should bend over backwards with theatrics because he dumps so much money for my products. He has tried to defend me only to get dismissed and blown off. They don't even think that they might've pissed me right off. Nina has told me to my face that I am nigh unreadable but the only thing that she can profile is that I'm mighty pissed and immediately began planning of how to get back at these goddamn rich entitled spoiled shit stains.
Did I forget to mention that the guests are friends of his family and the asshole that made the jabs and insults is going to said party? Where his entire family is attending as well?
Revenge is sweet.

Oh...I'm doing this for Nina as well. After all, she's Caesar's fiancee and has to be by his side. Although fierce she cannot take on the might of Caesar's family on her own, especially when her own family backs said assholes about my 'customer service' of my best customers. Not knowing what I do for those two in particular for when they submit their orders.

And when they admit that they were in the wrong. They would also apologize profusely of when they fuck up. Or try to make it up to me when they fuck up bad.
What do they apologize for? Sending nightmare customers my way.
What would be so bad that they try and make it up to me in any way that they could? Sending CHOOSING BEGGARS my way. Especially when the choosing beggars are entitled to shit and are nightmares to work with.

Nina's crate is a beautiful ruby red that also has electric gold lining with the same crown silhouette for the button. Nina had ordered her outfit for this party months in advance and she wanted it completely anonymous as she loves my surprises...but since I know this bitch, I had given her something that is both drop dead gorgeous and worth every penny and dime that she dropped for the outfit. As she is practically psychic. Caesar's been planning this party for months. He only submitted his outfit request around a month ago. He knows I work quite quickly. The man is overwhelmed with all the shit that both families and guests have been throwing at the couple. I did not blame them but I did warn them that I had a little something planned for those assholes and sadly they'll be the catalyst. They're exhausted and accepted it.
Saying that whatever I do they completely deserve it. Thus the main reason I'm going far and beyond for these two.

I lift both crates as I had finished packing the both. But the last touch has to be done from outside the house as it can be pretty damn messy. I go outside, go directly next to one of the workshops and went to a pod like case, silver and white in color. I tap on the button in the center and spreads open, revealing thousands of small bottle like vials filled with rainbow colored contents of different variants and varieties. I grab two neon rainbow vial, two glittering rainbow vial, two pastel rainbow vial and two shimmering metallic rainbow vial. The crates open all four bottom corners that have holes within them, the bottles are meant for those and I once the bottles go into those holes, it'll be complete and will completely seal itself off. Ready to deploy. I place the vials into the correct slots and with the corners immediately sealed themselves shut, the seams of the slots have vanished and now the crates are sealed tight.
I got the phoenix android, it's a big bird like robot that can carry both crates in it's claws. It has a beautiful black, blue and white color scheme that turns into orange, red and gold when doing it's hyper jump the delivery is complete and has signed off on it. Hence why it's one of the main reasons why Premium Shipping is one of my most expensive options as the phoenix android is my fastest delivery bots. I smile as I send the pair of crates off, I had sent the two the confirmation that their orders had been completed and shipped, by both email and text. To which they replied to the texts and sent in an extra payment for dealing with their crazy antics as well as their less than considerate family and guests.
I also make a gifts for Lumin and Jo. Reason for Lumin; he really needs to know that he's greatly appreciated and loved. Reason for Jo; he needs a kind gift every now and again. My mood lifting little by little as I begin making the gifts for them. It's little things like plushies, charms, pins amongst other things.

I notice as I make the gifts for my two friends that I hadn't seen Kilo ever since I had my breakdown and my recovery. It's probably nothing, I thought, he probably took a nap, I reasoned as I return to my work.

Nothing bad is gonna happen, it's not like Kilo is gonna be a threat right?

Right?