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»Maybe you should try.« Asima lied down on her bed.

„You don’t think so?“ she laughed

»And you think a mustache will Do the Job?« Asima started laughing.

"Well... then I'm in disguise. no one will recognize me."

She laughed. »And Then?«

Akaji thought " I could glue on a mustache."

She laughed a little. »I dont know...we have to come IP with some ideas first.«

„What do you mean?“ akaji seemed interested

Asima shrugged her shoulders. »We just have to be creative.«

She sight „I don’t know. Is this even possible? His eyes are everywhere… especially at party’s.

Asima grinned. »Of course...you just have to be sure, that your Dad doesnt realize it.«

She thought about it for a moment, "Yes. But is there no way I can have both?"

Asima shrugged her shoulders. »But is it worth it get suppressed for years before that?«

" but I want his inheritance. Then I can make up for what he has done."

Asima pointed her Finger on Akajis chest. »You have to learn how to rebel!«

"Well... I'm engaged to a rich schnoz. He wouldn't accept a boyfriend but he can't say anything against an affair. If he doesn't know anything."

»Wouldnt it be worse if his perfekt daughter had Sex with several guys instead Having a relationship?«, she asked confused.

"Dad would never allow that. We can have fun...but if he becomes my boyfriend...that would kill him."

Asima flipped her Finger against her Head. »Are you stupid?«

Akaji sat down next to her and was silent for a long time. Then she said softly, "I have to break up with Sanji." she said softly, "I can't put him through my father."

Asima looked at her critical. »Didnt know you could be that rude.«

Akaji sighs „he such a bad person. I hope he will die soon.“

Asima started laughing. »What wrong with him?«

Akaji sighs "dad... this is not her fault.". He turned to her and glared angrily at her " you don't talk to me like that, young lady! I've already talked to the principal. You're getting a chaperone in your room. No backtalk." he walked out of the room.

Asima laughed. »Really? Because of me?«