Chapter 127: VOL 2 Chapter 72: Meet my sister.
"If that's what you want. Tell me where you live so I can drop you off there; I'll come back to pick you up in a couple of days."
"If it's not too much trouble, Boss, I'd appreciate it, though I must warn you that it's not a very pleasant place to see." Sofía thanked him, looking a bit uncomfortable, to which Erik replied with a mocking smile as he conjured a new Myst platform beneath them.
"Even if it doesn't look like it, I grew up on the streets of a planet far more backward than this one, so I don't think there's much that could surprise me, hehe."
Hearing her new boss's words, Sofía couldn't help but look at him with eyes wide open, completely incredulous, an expression very similar to Martín's. After all, they couldn't wrap their heads around how someone so handsome, elegant, and striking could have ever gone through such a precarious situation like the one they had lived. Inevitably, Sofía asked with uncertainty.
"Are you being serious, Boss?"
"Very serious. When I was a child, they kicked me out of the orphanage where I lived, so I had no choice but to sleep on the streets and eat whatever I could find. There was even a time when I worked doing something similar to what you do." Erik commented in a calm and somewhat nostalgic tone, getting lost in the memories of both his lives, which led Sofía to respond in a tone filled with disbelief.
"I can't believe it..."
"But it's the truth. If it wasn't for my mast... Sigrún here by my side, who knows where I'd be now."
After Erik corrected himself mid-sentence due to a wild strangling of his innocent hand, Sigrún smiled proudly and let her head fall once again on Erik's shoulder, while Sofía and Martín watched them in shock. At that moment, the beautiful blue-eyed girl spoke in an almost dreamy tone.
"He truly was blessed with good wives, Boss..."
Upon hearing his new assistant's words, Erik wanted to correct that slight misunderstanding, but two more wild hand-stranglings left him silent, lamenting the poor fate of his innocent hands, which he was absolutely sure had suffered some micro-fractures—courtesy of his beloved masters, who were now leaning on his shoulders intimately, wearing beautiful smiles on their faces.