Stealing Spree

Chapter 581: Storage Unit

By the time we arrived at the establishment which manages and protects the storage units for its customers, the morning sun had already begun spreading its warmth to those basked by its light.

Nonetheless, I still kept my hold on Miwa-nee’s hand when we walked out of the station. Only when we’re about to enter the office of the storage service company did I let go of her to avoid any unnecessary questions.

They’re operating twenty-four hours a day since most of their clients were those who had a flight to catch.

When the receptionist who clearly hadn’t gotten any sleep yet saw us, he grabbed the coffee cup at his side and gulped it down before slapping his cheeks to wake himself up, removing the drowsiness on his face.

He then stood up straight from his sight as he welcomed us with a professional smile as he tried to fix his necktie.

“Welcome to HiStorage, what can I do for you?”

“We’re here to open a storage unit,” Miwa-nee answered as she pulled out a paper from her bag where the assigned number ID of the unit was written.

Although we both had the details of it sent by my mother, the receptionist specifically asked her. Furthermore, there’s a shine in his eyes that probably beats his coffee upon seeing Miwa-nee.

Although she had a coat covering her exposed shoulders, Miwa-nee’s attire was nothing like a housewife wearing a one-piece dress that was often somewhat loose for ease in movement. She’s wearing a red sleeveless turtleneck, a black tight skirt that highlighted her sexy and wide hips and not-so-tall heels. Her ears were also adorned by a pair of dangle earrings which made her look like a stylish businesswoman with a small women’s bag hanging from her left arm.

She’s totally eye-catching. If not for being too early, we would’ve been a center of attention because of her.

Well, that’s her normal fashion whenever she’s going out even back then. Nowadays, she’s wearing those housewife dresses whenever she’s at home so seeing her like this was also a treat for me.

Anyway, after taking the paper, the receptionist tapped onto his computer to check it. A few seconds later, he flashed another smile as he informed us of the result.

“Thank you for waiting, I checked the unit number and it’s in the database. However, can you provide us with identification if you’re the owner? Logged here is that it’s owned by Yamatsuki Sayuri.”

That’s my mother’s name. She’s still using her maiden name mostly for work. Nonetheless, she preferred using my father’s surname in private use like when meeting her old friends, mingling with our neighbors or when we’re visiting our relatives on her side.

I think they already told me before why she’s using it in her work but I didn’t pay attention to it. I couldn’t recall the reason.

“I’m not the owner but here’s an access ID she gave me. You can check it.” Miwa-nee had no change in her expression.

Ah. No. She’s actually somewhat annoyed by that smile of the receptionist based on how her cheek was twitching slightly.

Well, when she was still working, she’s actually like Aunt Akemi who had a strong personality. That’s how she was when she first arrived with Minoru. She’s only not showing it more often because of Minoru. The boy was more used to his gentle mother after all.

“I see. Let me check if Miss Yamatsuki put out a request for that.” The receptionist went back to his computer and inputted the access ID.

And a few seconds later, he answered positively as he stood up and gave us a key.

After pointing to the door which would lead to the back of the establishment where the large storage units were located, we didn’t tarry any longer and walked towards it.

Before we exited the door, I heard that guy muttering to himself. “God. That woke me up… Seeing a beautiful mature woman is a lot better than this useless coffee.”

Great. If he said something else, I might’ve given him another way to wake his mind up.

Like a punch to his guts.

Anyway, it’s fine for me to be ignored. It’s even more convenient that way. There’s no need to answer any questions.

A few minutes later, we stood before a door that would lead to the interior of the storage unit. Apart from the car garage that could probably fit three cars inside, this place most likely also contained some of their belongings that they didn’t want to bring home.

As we entered it, we were first greeted by a slightly narrow corridor. After reaching the end of it, there were two doors; one ahead of us and one to the right. The first one would lead to an indoor storage unit and the other to the car garage.

Since we’re here to take the car, we took the door to the right.

“Which one of these?” Miwa-nee asked.

“I don’t know. It’s probably that. That’s what they’re always using.” I pointed at the blue sedan in the middle. There were three cars inside and I’ve only seen them use the other two once or twice. One of which was a sports car that only had two seats and the other was a minivan.

Before my desire manifested, I remembered my father telling me that he would teach me how to drive when I grew taller since my feet still couldn’t reach the accelerator back then.

Now, I am waiting for Shio’s lesson.

Miwa-nee had her driver’s license but she didn’t have a car. Ah. Perhaps she already had one. From that guy who married her. However, given their situation, she didn’t take it when she left with Minoru. 𝙫.𝙜

“Alright. Open the garage door, I’ll start the car.” Miwa-nee went to the sedan.

However, instead of doing what she said, I followed after her.

This place was considered private property so the storage company wouldn’t be able to install CCTVs inside. Instead of that, they’re probably doing routine checks depending on their schedule to see if there’s something amiss.

With that kind of information… I naturally saw this as a chance. Before Miwa-nee opened the car door, I hastened my steps and hugged her from the back.

“Let’s not leave yet, Miwa-nee.” I ran my lips from the back of her neck as I tiptoed to whisper it in her ears.