Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 127 - 125- ARC 4 {Nonchalance.}

Zosia awoke with a start, her eyes fluttering open as the first rays of morning light streamed through the sheer curtains.

The events of the previous night played in her mind like a fragmented dream.

For a moment, she lay there, listening to the faint sounds of activity in the distance—the muted chatter of the staff beginning their morning routines and the chirping of birds in the garden.

After a few moments, she forced herself to get up.

She padded over to the bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth and splashing cold water on her face. The coolness jolted her fully awake, chasing away the remnants of sleep.

Zosia glanced at her reflection briefly, noting her Rudy complexion. It showed that her body was getting stronger due to the influence of her soul.

Her long, dark curls framed her face in a wild halo, but she didn't bother taming them.

Pulling on a loose pair of pajamas, she decided she didn't need to dress up just yet.

There was no point; it wasn't like anyone in this house cared about her appearance.

She headed downstairs, her bare feet making no noise on the polished wooden steps.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of baking bread. It was a comforting smell.

As she reached the landing, she spotted Damian and Aisha by the entrance hall. They were dressed in casual yet stylish outfits, ready for their respective lectures.

The siblings were clearly waiting for their driver, having their usual banter while they adjusted their bags.

The moment Damian's eyes landed on her, a smirk curled his lips. "Well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," he drawled. "I was starting to think you'd sleep through the entire day, Auriel. How lazy can you get?"

Zosia ignored him, her expression blank as she continued her path towards the kitchen. She didn't spare him a single glance, which only seemed to irk him more.

"Did you even hear me, or are you just playing deaf?" Damian's voice followed her, laced with mockery. But Zosia kept her pace steady, slipping into the kitchen without a word.

The head chef, a middle-aged man with a kind face, turned to her as she entered. His smile was genuine, though a bit cautious.

"Good morning, Auriel. What can I get for you this morning?"

Before Zosia could respond, Damian sauntered in after her, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Oh, come on," he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You don't need to ask her what she wants. She's no longer the daughter of the Queens, remember? Her status now is more like... a servant, at best."

The head chef's smile faltered slightly, a frown knitting his brows. He glanced between Zosia and Damian, clearly uncomfortable.

He knew the rules of the house, but Damian's words were cutting and unfair, even if he was technically the heir.

Swallowing his displeasure, he forced a polite smile. "Of course, young master. I'll whip up something for you, Auriel."

Damian's smirk deepened as he observed the chef's compliance, but there was a flicker of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

The head chef hadn't followed his suggestion exactly; he hadn't dismissed Zosia outright.

The man's deference was more to maintain peace than to obey Damian's implied command.

Annoyed but unwilling to press the issue further and risk displeasing his mother, Damian grumbled under his breath before turning to leave.

Zosia watched the exchange with a passive expression, letting the tension roll off her.

She walked to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of milk. She didn't need the chef to make her anything elaborate. A simple glass of milk and a piece of toast would do.

Her indifference to Damian's antics seemed to only add fuel to the simmering resentment she felt from Aisha, who had followed Damian in just in time to see the interaction.

Moments later, Keira descended the stairs, her presence commanding the room even in the simplest of attire.

She was dressed in a sleek outfit that showcased her role as the matriarch of the household, exuding an air of authority. Her heels clicked against the marble floors as she made her way towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, darlings," she greeted smoothly, her gaze sweeping over her children before landing on Zosia.

Damian and Aisha straightened slightly, adopting smiles as they greeted her.

"Good morning, Mom," they chorused.

Zosia, however, kept her eyes on her glass of milk as she poured it. "Good morning, Mrs. Queens," she said flatly, lifting her head only briefly to acknowledge her.

Keira's lips curled into a smile, her eyes narrowing just a fraction. There was an odd satisfaction in her expression, as if Zosia's formal greeting was exactly what she expected—an affirmation of her place in this household hierarchy.

"Good morning, Auriel," she replied smoothly. "It's nice to see you awake early."

Turning back to her children, she gently brushed a strand of hair from Aisha's face.

"Aisha, darling, be careful at school today. I'll come pick you up later so we can go shopping. We have a lot to prepare for the weekend."

Aisha's eyes lit up, her earlier irritation momentarily forgotten. "Of course, Mom. I can't wait!" she beamed, clearly relishing the attention.

Damian, meanwhile, only gave a noncommittal shrug. "I have classes all day. Don't wait for me."

Zosia kept to herself during their exchange, nibbling on her toast quietly at the dining table.

The head chef had left her meal without another word, his sympathy evident in the way he avoided looking at her directly.

Aisha, stealing a glance at Zosia, felt a wave of irritation wash over her.

She had hoped to see Zosia grovel or show some sign of discomfort, especially after Damian's taunts.

Instead, Zosia's complete disregard was like a slap to her face, a silent declaration that she refused to be provoked or belittled.

For Aisha, it was infuriating. No matter what she did, Auriel wouldn't react the way she wanted.

The nonchalance with which Zosia carried herself, sitting calmly at the table as if she were the true mistress of the house, made Aisha's blood boil.

"You won't be so calm for long, Auriel." Aisha thought darkly, forcing a smile to mask the fury simmering inside her.

She still needs to be the good girl everyone thinks she is.

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Zosia waited until the house fell silent. She listened for a few minutes, confirming through the window that the car had pulled away and no staff lingered nearby.

Her fingers tapped against the counter rhythmically, her mind already working on her next move.

Zosia decided that it was time to leave the house. She'd noticed that this is the time the security was a little lax around the house.

After ensuring the coast was clear, she quickly changed into something that would help her blend in—a plain hoodie and jeans, both a size larger to hide her curves.

She pulled her hair back into a simple ponytail and slipped on a pair of sunglasses. A baseball cap finished her look, masking her face just enough.

Satisfied, she glanced in the mirror once more, "Quite poor of a disguise, but anything goes." She muttered.

The neighborhood was quiet, only a few early morning joggers passing by, not sure if you call them early joggers or late since it was already past 10.

Zosia kept her head down, making her way toward the bus stop. It wasn't a long walk, but she was cautious.

The last thing she needed was to be spotted by anyone associated with the Queens family.

Once she was on the bus, she relaxed slightly, pulling up the address of a real estate company she had found online.

It was one of the top-rated in the area, known for its discretion and quality listings.

This was a critical step; she needed a place that was her own. Even if she gets sent away in the afternoon, she could at least assure herself of a roof above her head.

When she arrived at the company, she wiped a faint sheen of sweat from her forehead.

The sun was already warm, promising a hot day ahead.

Zosia took a moment to steady herself, then pushed open the glass door, stepping into the cool, air-conditioned lobby.

The receptionist was a young woman with flawless makeup and a cheerful smile.

She looked up as Zosia approached, her eyes lighting up with professional courtesy.

"Good morning! How can I assist you today?"

"I'm looking to purchase a property," Zosia said, her voice steady. "I have a budget in mind and would like to see what options are available."

The receptionist nodded, her smile never faltering. "Of course. May I ask your budget and the type of property you're interested in?"

Zosia leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "I'm looking for a house—preferably a duplex in a good neighborhood. My budget is around 10 million."

The receptionist's eyebrows lifted slightly, impressed but not overtly surprised.

"That's quite a good budget. We have several listings that might interest you. Let me show you our catalog." She pulled up a digital tablet, quickly scrolling through options.

Zosia scanned through the pictures, her eyes darting across the screen. Most of the houses looked decent, but she wanted something that felt right.

After a few moments of discussion, she pointed at a particular listing—a duplex with modern architecture and plenty of space.

"This one," she said, tapping the screen. "It looks perfect. I'd like to go ahead with it."

The receptionist smiled, a hint of excitement in her eyes. It wasn't every day a client was ready to pay in full upfront.

"We can arrange the paperwork immediately. We do have installment plans—three months, six months, or even a year—but if you'd like to pay in full, we can proceed with that as well."

Zosia nodded, her decision firm. "I'll pay in full today."

The receptionist's smile widened. "Of course! Please give me a moment to get the documents prepared." She quickly disappeared into the back office, leaving Zosia to her thoughts.

Zosia took a seat, her hand tapped lightly on the armrest, her mind drifting back to the original host ex-boyfriend, Killian.

She didn't really mean to think about him, but she remembered that when the host had been chased out, she had gone to beg him, so she could stay at his place for a while.

As if on cue, he walked through the entrance.

Zosia glanced at Killan who entered the lobby with his tall body and aura that had a commanding presence to it.

His dark hair was tousled stylishly, and his sharp jawline framed a face that could charm anyone.

He walked with a confidence that seemed to draw the eyes of everyone in the room, including the receptionists who immediately straightened up, casting glances his way.

Zosia adjusted her cap and turned slightly, making sure to keep her face hidden. She had no intention of speaking to him, especially not now.

"Why is he here?" she wondered.

Zosia's mind briefly flashed back to the task set by the system—appease Killian. She wondered when she would actually do it.

Fortunately, the receptionist returned just in time, holding a folder filled with documents.

"Here we are! If you could just sign these, the house will be officially yours."

Zosia felt a wave of relief wash over her. She signed the papers quickly, barely glancing up as Killian moved to speak with another staff member across the room.

It seemed he hadn't noticed her presence, a small mercy she was grateful for.

"Would you like to see the house now?" the receptionist asked with a bright smile.

"Yes, that would be great," Zosia replied, standing up. She followed the woman to the company car parked outside. A driver was already waiting, ready to take them to the property.

The ride was short, and soon they pulled up to the duplex.

Zosia stepped out of the car, taking in the exterior with a critical eye. The house was beautiful—modern with clean lines, large windows, and a sleek, minimalist design. It was situated in a quiet neighborhood, just as she had requested.

Inside, the house was even more impressive. The living room was spacious, with high ceilings and large windows that flooded the space with natural light.

The dining area flowed seamlessly into a well-equipped kitchen, complete with an island and plenty of counter space.

Downstairs, there was a gym room equipped with basic fitness machines.

The basement offered extra storage and potential for a home theater. Zosia felt a sense of satisfaction growing; this was a place she could call her own.

Upstairs, she found the master bedroom, large and airy, with an en-suite bathroom that featured a bathtub and a walk-in shower. Two secondary bedrooms were situated down the hall, each with its own bathroom.

There was a study room with built-in shelves, perfect for quiet reading or planning her next steps.

After a thorough exploration, Zosia nodded in appreciation. The house was perfect, worth every penny she had just spent.

"I'll take it," she said simply, turning to the receptionist with a smile.

The woman beamed. "Wonderful! Here are the keys, and your copies of the documents. Welcome to your new home."

Zosia thanked her, checking the time on her phone. It was getting late; she needed to head back before anyone at the Queens household returned.

She slipped the keys and documents into her space and quickly made her way back to the bus stop.

Sneaking back into the Queens mansion, she slipped upstairs and took a long shower.

The cool water washed away the faint smell of the city and any evidence of her secret outing.

As she stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself, she decided to work on something while waiting for them to chase her out.

She glanced at the boxes, she had packed. She checked around to be sure she wasn't missing anything.

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I feel I am drawing this Arc too much, so, soon I may have to speed run through some things.

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