Chapter: Sport is murder

~ So here now the next chapter * reach for the teacup *
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Bright rays of sun tickled her face, whereupon the serious young woman opened her eyes sleepily. Dark eyes, surrounded by thick, chatting eyelashes, eyes that, despite their absent expression, looked confidently towards everyone and now slowly brought Leylan back to reality. Her gaze slid over the champagne-painted walls, the dark wooden furniture, and the large black wardrobe. Wearily, Leylan threw the covers aside and lifted his legs off the bed.
She was relatively tall for a girl, 1.77 m, but this height made her proud.
The profound, world-class womanizer did not fit into the popular, cute female schema. She was built sinewy with well-proportioned female forms, not much of a faint due to 2-3 kilos more on the scales and displayed tough, inscrutable behavior.
Yawning, she opened her unpacked suitcase, dug out a pair of gray, slim-fitting jeans and a black tank top and changed with a sigh. In the adjoining bathroom she combed her long hair with strong strokes and then braided a narrow wreath on both sides from her forehead, which she attached to the back of the head with a clip. Then she padded down the stairs and heard, still halfway up, the cheerful chatter from the kitchen and dining room.

Before she even really entered the kitchen, Mariah flew around her neck. She returned this morning hug, happily surprised, and then looked into the smiling face of her Chinese best friend.
"Tell me, are you and Ray officially responsible for the food here?"
Leylan's gaze fell on Ray, who was seemingly acrobatic balancing a multitude of plates and bowls on a tablet.
Laughing, Mariah replied: "I would say unofficially.But I am quite satisfied that way, we neither have to clean up nor do the dishes and we do not die prematurely from food poisoning. "
"What else can we do?", Ray intervened now. "Put a wooden spoon in the hand of one of them and you'll only get perplexed looks. Tyson doesn't even come, Hilary digs out a glossy cookbook, Tala just sniffs and waits for the things that may come and Kai who throws the poor wooden spoon a Kai-look of level 10 and I can then sweep everything up. Only Eve manages to do something edible. "
Ray's broad grin died when he met his fiancée's gaze - he knew she was referring to the remark about the leader of the Bladebreakers and glanced quickly in Leylan's direction. When he realized why Ray was looking at her so guiltily, a steep crease formed on her forehead and she put her hands angrily on her hips. "What's that supposed to mean? Listen, do me a favor and don't treat me like a mentally unstable - I'm not starting to cry."
"But Leylan ..." Mariah began hesitantly.
"Nothing but! There is no reason to touch me with kid gloves, of course! And now give it to me!"

Leylan took the tray from Ray and balanced it safely towards the dining room. The two Chinese looked at each other helplessly, then turned to the rest of the breakfast, each indulging in their own thoughts.
When Leylan entered the room, she was greeted with loud hoots. She smiled around when she suddenly noticed a blonde woman between Tala and Kai.
"Is that his new girlfriend?", She thought and the thought struck her heart with a noticeable pang.
"Admittedly she's pretty. Straight blonde hair, a curvy, soft figure and a winning smile - is that what you want, Kai?"
But Leylan's thoughts were suddenly thrown overboard when Tala smiled over the blond woman's cheek and reached for a plate on the tray.Kai stared sullenly at his plate - this cheerfulness every morning got on his nerves. He didn't utter a word during the entire breakfast, just quietly spooned his cornflakes and looked even more aloof than usual.
Leylan also took part in the ongoing conversations rather monosyllabically, from time to time she glanced at Kai and noticed the dark shadows under his eyes.

"So, to remind everyone again: Leylan will be available to answer our questions in a moment - forgotten our little" press conference ".", Hilary announced over the general murmur.
"Oh yeah right. Ley-chan, I guess you won't get around that." Tyson exclaimed and punched Leylan lightly in the side.
The one about whom the "interrogation" would ultimately revolve looked desperate and theatrically clapped her hands over her head.
"Ummm caught. But yeah, I finally promised. So when does the conference start?"
“When there is time.” Kai's voice cut icily through the air and was difficult to ignore. "I want to see you in the park in five minutes."
He got up and turned to the door when Ray held him back: "But Kai, we wanted to tickle some answers out of Leylan. Come on."
Tyson and Hilary nodded assiduously as well.
"In 5 minutes in the park and less than a minute later. I don't care what you're doing with whom, as long as you don't do your training beforehand.", He replied indifferently and there was a threatening undertone in his voice. A look that brooked no repetition also made the diplomatic Ray fall silent. Without saying another word on the subject, Kai got up and left the room.
"Then we'll postpone the question-and-answer game until later.", Hilary said happily and shooed the troop. "Come on, go, training is important and Kai is relentless. Off to the park, you idlers."
Tyson leaned over to the smiling Leylan and whispered: "That's her favorite saying.You could, she's the right hand man of our favorite slave driver. "
The black-haired woman laughed softly behind her hand and took a punishing look from Hilary.
"Don't make fun of me, I always have to put up with that from Tyson, our head idiot."
Tyson then spontaneously started another round of his "game":
"Yesterday it didn't look as if you saw me as a super-idiot, huh? Or are you now into our frosty half-Russians?"
His gaze slid briskly over Hilary's body and caught the long scratch on her forearm. As the day before, he pulled him gently towards him, but he increased the degree of audacity a lot when he tenderly ran his lips over it. Meanwhile, Leylan stood speechless on the edge and watched the scene with wide eyes. In the meantime, Ray and Tala had crumbled into their rooms to throw on their sportswear.

Hilary looked visibly tormented, between desire and aversion, but couldn't decide whether she should push Tyson into nowhere with a targeted kick or indulge in his tenderness.
While Mariah pretended not to notice any of this and silently cleared the table, Eve took long strides towards Tyson.
"I think it's enough.", She hissed and pulled Hilary out of his grasp. Tyson gave her an amused look, then straightened up and left the room whistling. Hilary looked embarrassed and didn't dare look up.
Eve took her shoulder and spoke urgently to her: "Hil, you know we only want the best for you and you know that as a manager you have to live with your team - at least ideally. So there are three options: Either you do the whole thing on a purely business basis or you are with everyone, and that includes Tyson, friends or you allow more ... by more I mean something like love Hil.What happens every day between you and Tyson, often we don't even notice it, is by no means optimal. You are very good friends with all of us, so option one is not applicable, but with Tyson ... Hil think about it, it does you more harm than it does in the end. "
Her voice was soft and clearly reflected concern for Hilary. Hilary stroked Eve's cheek for a moment and gave a tight smile, then turned around, grabbed her jacket from the hook and was outside.
Eve watched her go, shaking her head.
"Well, girls, I'll be on my way, today there is a preliminary discussion for the new competition class. Mr. Dickenson will certainly be waiting - see you later."
"See you later," came Mariah and Leylan. She watched the woman with the luscious curves who grabbed the briefcase as she passed and took her blazer from the hook. Then she stumbled outside on true stilts.
"Wait, I'll help you," Leylan offered and grabbed the bowls which Mariah tried to stack on top of each other. They silently cleared the table, carried dishes and the rest into the kitchen when Leylan remarked: "I thought you were spared the clearing duty?"
Mariah brushed a strand of hair from her face and replied with a sigh: "On days like these, when Kai orders the boys to train in military style, I have no choice. You know how much I hate mess. the lazy people should do that themselves. "
"Oh no, speaking of training - I'm one of them now!"

Mariah hurriedly shooed her out of the kitchen and heard her best friend jumping up the stairs and then storming into her room.
Once at the top, Leylan tore open her suitcase and pulled out a pair of black sports shorts with three white stripes on the sides and a white T-shirt. In no time she changed, then laced up her sports shoes and tied her long hair in a high braid.When she stormed back out into the hallway she stopped abruptly - she had no idea which Park Kai might have been referring to. Tala, Ray and Tyson were already on their way, so only Mariah stayed. Leylan was about to storm down the stairs when she saw Mariah standing on the bottom landing. Grinning, she said: "Well, you need help? Just walk down the hallway to the end, then open the right door and go to the balcony. From there a staircase leads down. When you are downstairs, run through the garden and then On the far left is a small, wrought-iron gate. Through that and along the forest path and you come out at the back of the park. Your colleagues should actually still be there. "
"Mariah, I love you!" Leylan shouted and dashed off.
"Seriously - who doesn't?", Mariah whistled to herself and then smiled and stroked her round belly.
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"Where is she?" Kai asked to Tala, Ray and Tyson. His brow furrowed and his arms crossed in front of his teammates. They shrugged and Tyson looked around