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Villain Ch 580. A Double Life

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Allen lay on his mattress, still feeling the remnants of sleep clinging to him. The digital clock on the bedside table declared it was 07:03 AM. Last night, he closed his online adventure with a shopping spree in Debaris City and chose to log off once they finished their shopping.

With a yawn, Allen stretched his arms. He casually swiped away Gerry's morning call, signaling the end of their conversation. The room remained quiet, with only the subtle hum of electronic devices in the background. The comfort of the mattress seemed to invite him to linger a bit longer.

Allen's eyes scanned the messages on his phone, the soft glow illuminating his focused expression.

Vivian: Sorry for the sudden notice. Can you do the photoshoot tomorrow? *Panic emoji*

A sigh escaped him, knowing that the timing couldn't be worse. The photoshoot clashed with his plans to move out. He pondered for a moment, considering potential solutions to this unexpected dilemma.

'Maybe I can give Alex instructions and hand him the spare key?' The idea lingered in his thoughts. His possessions weren't extensive – a gaming set, his computer, a laptop, and a handful of crucial documents like his birth certificate. The prospect of entrusting someone else with overseeing the moving process took a bit of weight off his shoulders.

Allen's fingers danced across his phone screen, composing a message to his father, Mr. Jordan.

Allen: Morning, Dad. I just got the news that I have work tomorrow. Can Alex come to my place in the morning? Maybe around nine or ten o'clock? I'll give him a few instructions and leave the spare key with him so he can help me do the rest.

An air of expectation hung as he awaited his father's response. It didn't take long for a reply to pop up, displaying Mr. Jordan's curiosity.

Jordan: What job? Are you working now?

Reading the message, Allen cringed involuntarily. 'Does he think I'm unemployed?' The potential explanation that he was also an online harem writer surfaced but quickly sank – he couldn't fathom the awkwardness if his father discovered that side of his life. His stories held a different realm, and he preferred to keep it that way.

Allen's thumbs tapped out a quick response to his father, setting the record straight.

Allen: My modeling job. It's just a gig. But I've agreed with Vivian to take it.

After hitting send, he waited for his father's acknowledgment, which came in a succinct reply.

Jordan: Oh, that job. Okay. I'll ask Alex.

A sense of relief washed over Allen as he read the message. A casual reply followed, expressing gratitude for his father's willingness to coordinate with Alex.

Allen: Thank you.

With a sigh, he lowered his phone onto the nightstand and pushed himself up. The mattress creaked as he sat up, revealing a room adorned with the remnants of a packing endeavor—boxes stacked neatly in one corner, awaiting their journey to the new destination.

A yawn escaped him, and he reached up to scratch his tousled hair. Though slightly messy, it wasn't irritatingly so. The realization that one task was complete prompted a deep exhale. "Right one done, now I have to get ready," he mumbled to himself.

His feet met the cool floor as he swung them over the edge of the bed. His gaze drifted past the remaining boxes, realizing that a significant portion of his belongings was now secured within them.

Allen padded his way to the kitchen, sidestepping the boxed fragments of his life. The moving process was far from over, but the substantial 80% completion brought a sense of accomplishment.

He decided to start his day with a touch of simplicity. He reached for a box, extracting the essentials that remained unpackaged— a plate, a mug, and a spoon. Green tea leaves found their way into the mug as he awaited the water to come to a gentle boil.

In the meantime, Allen peeled a banana, opting for the simplicity of a fruit breakfast. Amidst the relocation turmoil, the ease of a banana offered a momentary reprieve from the otherwise hectic morning.

As the aroma of green tea filled the kitchen, he retrieved the warmed mug. Sipping the calming elixir, Allen took a moment to enjoy the silence that enveloped his new space.

Post-breakfast, he ventured into his makeshift gym attire, the last remnants of his morning routine before embarking on the day's workout. The protein shake, a staple for his fitness regimen, was prepared with practiced efficiency.

Mounting his motorcycle, Allen felt the familiar hum of the engine beneath him. The cool morning air whisked past as he navigated the streets, his destination set for the gym.

Allen maneuvered his motorcycle into the parking lot with a practiced ease. He secured it, glancing briefly at the gleaming surface of his ride before heading towards the entrance.

Inside, the gym's rhythmic beats and clinking weights provided a familiar ambiance. Allen stowed his belongings in a nearby locker, the cool metal echoing as he closed it shut. His attire showcased a commitment to his workout – sleek, functional, and designed for performance.

Spotting Gerry amidst the sea of workout equipment, Allen walked over, his presence commanding attention in the bustling gym. Gerry, mid-warmup, acknowledged Allen with a nod. "Late again, man. What's the excuse this time?"

Allen grinned. "Had some things to take care of."

Gerry raised an eyebrow, an expression that silently interrogated Allen's punctuality. "Let me guess, anything to do with that new story you're working on?"

Allen chuckled, a dry smile etching across his face. "Nah, not this time. It's actually about a gig – a modeling one. Vivian called me in for a last-minute photoshoot."

Gerry's expression shifted to one of mild surprise. "Modeling again, huh? I never thought you'd dive into that world."

Allen shrugged, a nonchalant demeanor cloaking him. "Well, it's just a gig. Pay the bills, you know."

Gerry slapped Allen on the back, a friendly gesture punctuated by a hearty laugh. "Model by day, writer by night. You're living a double life."

Allen gave him a dry smile, "Well, it keeps things interesting."

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