King of His Kingdom

Chapter 2 - You Petty Peasant!

"Oi! Dam! The boss wants to see you!"

One of Damon's coworkers shouted from across the room where the delivery guys were picking up their deliveries.

"But I'm about to go on a delivery," Damon explained.

"That's none of my business bum." The guy called back and left the room.

Damon sighed and looked at the box in his hands. He knew that none of his co-deliverymen would help him out with this delivery.

He decided to try his luck anyway. He approached a guy who didn't have much goods to deliver.

"Excuse me, Vincent, please could you help me drop off this delivery? It's my last one for the day and the boss wants to see me right now."

Vincent looked up from his bike and stared at Damon from head to toe. Then he barked out a mocking laugh.

"You petty peasant! You need my help now? When you went ahead to accept the job of head deliveryman for our region, you didn't need my help then?"

Damon sighed,

"Vincent you don't need to do all this tonight, please just help me with it, I've taped all the details to the box."

"I'm not helping you with anything," Vincent stated maliciously and spat at Damon's feet before hopping on his bike and zooming off, spraying Damon with dust and smoke.

Damon coughed and ran inside, deciding to just go see the boss and see what would become of him.

He hurried into the boss's office and bowed,

"Mr. Ryder I'm –"

He immediately felt a resounding slap on his face.

He staggered backward, seeing stars in his vision.

"Who do you think you were keeping waiting you bloody fool! Who do you think you are that you kept me waiting for so long!"

Damon raised his head slowly. That was the second slap he was receiving today for no reasonable cause. He felt anger course through his veins but he held it in.

"I'm sorry sir. I was trying to get someone else to do the delivery I was about to go on when you called me."

"That's none of my business. Now take this!"

He handed Damon a delivery slip.

Damon took it and saw the golden stamp on it. His eyes widened slightly. This was a very high-class delivery.

His anger at being slapped immediately evaporated from his body and he looked up eagerly.

"A delivery has been requested by a very high-end client for some packs of condoms and sex toys. To be delivered at Hotel De Salvatore within the next thirty minutes."

Wow! This was the delivery of a lifetime!

"I'm sure I do not need to tell you that this is to be kept very discreet. You saw nothing, you heard nothing. Do you understand?"

Damon nodded his head vigorously. The lascivious sexual preferences of the rich and mighty were none of his concern. He had nothing to gain by ratting them out to the public.

"Get out and be on your way immediately. I hope you're not planning to show up your status as head delivery man by taking the bus, this is a quick delivery and you should take one of the motorcycles."

"Yes sir! I understand sir!"

Damon hurried out of the office. He was so excited.

This was a rare opportunity to enter Hotel De Salvatore for the first time in his life. Things like this reminded him why he loved his job so much. It gave him opportunities like this which he could never afford on a norm, and although the pay from his job was little, experiences like this made it worth it.

Even though his day had started on a bad note, it was looking very promising. Damon thought to himself as he drove off into the night.

Little did he know what awaited him.

Damon arrived at the hotel and could only bask in its splendor.

He parked outside in the slot reserved for delivery men and spent a moment looking around at the opulent surroundings.

The fountain in the center of the very large parking lot, the aesthetically pleasing flowers that were so obviously very well cared for, the polished and shining expensive cars that lined the parking lot, the dignified air with which the people here moved. Even the valets that attended to the guests had a dignified air about them too.

Damon shook his head in wonder and reached for a delivery box from his bike. And with a spring in his step, he walked past the elegant fountain and into the astounding hotel.

As he walked in he almost paused in his step at the magnificence of the place, but he forced himself to continue to put one foot in front of the other.

The lobby was opulently furnished. The tone was baby pink gold. It was easy on the eyes and the lighting was something else. Huge, golden chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, and two large, intricately designed staircases led off from both sides of the reception – In his opinion they were more for show than use because everyone he saw took the elevators –, wonderfully painted murals were on the walls and all of the gold appeared to be real.

Damon gasped. It definitely had to be true then, that a night here ranged between $100,000 and $1 million. Wow! What he would give to be able to spend that amount of money. Maybe he would surprise Joyce and take her on a proper honeymoon to a place like this.

He approached the receptionist. A very young lady with a straight-faced look and a pixie haircut. She raised a well-cut eyebrow at him.

"Delivery for whom?" She requested in a monotone voice.

"Code white. Jack… uh.." he tried to remember the person's name, "Jack Pierce, yeah." Damon replied, giving her a polite smile.

She ignored him and typed some things on the computer before her. After a few seconds, she looked up at him and gestured to a single elevator to the side, almost invisible beside the gigantic staircase it faced. It was obviously the elevator that the hotel staff used so that they wouldn't run into any of the guests.

He nodded and made to move away but she halted him.