At noon on Monday, Ana Brooks spun into the parking lot of Jackson’s furniture in her red car. Conor came out a few minutes later and slid into the passage seat, the scent of orange blossom calming his nerves. “So, which dealer do you think we should try?” “Well, Mr. Brantley, the wyvern models tend to be solid cars for the money where the Druk dealership tends to carry more high-end cars. Abby sent me with a new company card for you so any larger purchases like this can be charged directly to the company account.” “Let's start with Wyvern then and see what they have. I don’t need to be spending my first check on a car.” A few minutes later they were pulling into a car lot. At first, every salesman popped their head up but when they saw Conor still in his Jackson’s furniture uniform most went back to what they were doing. Conor noticed one girl who looked like an intern trying to muster up the courage to come over. Every time she would start, she spun back to the desk in a nervous f
TuedaySpice shop Mr. Arroz was setting out two stools behind the samples table when Cara walked up. “Cara, dear, good to see you again! At this rate, I am going to have to start paying you for being here! But it does our boy Conor good, and the customers love you. How have you been?” Cara hugged the elder Mr. Arroz. “I am doing well. And if you are offering, I wouldn’t turn down a cut of Conor’s commissions. HA! But no, I just enjoy the chance to see everyone and people watch! Where is Conor? He is normally here by now.” “He should be around shortly. Said something about having trouble parking.” “Parking? Did he finally get a car?” &
Thursday Conor worked in the kitchen, doing his best to prepare breakfast before Jessica could blast bast him. He knew things were rough, but so far, this week things were going well at work so he hoped it was all about to turn the corner. Jessica came in, ignoring the eggs he was making and opened the fridge to find food. “Conor, this weekend is a Gala for the city. AperturePhoto is being recognized for their efforts and we are having many of the big businessmen gather. Nyman is going to be there, because of course the Banks family were big supporters of the Scavenger hunt. He has asked to take me.” Jessica said, as if it was no big deal. “And you told him no, I would be taking you right?” Conor asked, rather a
Prima Zadok Sudeas sat in a large room with ornate carvings of golden dragons spiraling up onyx columns. The Prima, high priest of the whole Dragon Order, still didn’t feel that the throne chair he had commissioned was comfortable. “Why cann’t those damn craftsmen not make a single chair that feels right?” he grumbled, twisting and turning on the cushion. “If the Dovari we questioned are to be believed, they say the spirit of Abrasax will prevent any but the chosen Kendov can sit upon the dragon throne.” “But this is not even the dragon throne! This is my throne, the throne of the Prima! It has no ties to those dead dragons or their legions.” The monk shrugged, “To the gods, would they really care which chair mortals chose to sit upon? I think the belief i
Early Saturday morning, Conor rolled out of his bed at Vokrizin. This suite was quite comfortable and he supposed it was a good thing, as it may be more common for him to sleep here if Cynthia ever tried to kick him out of his room again. Tonight was suppose to be the Gala. Conor wondered if perhaps Jess would finally realize how much effort he had been putting in for her and her family business. As he walked down to the parking lot, he looked at his new Sapphire SUV. “I really shouldn’t take that home…. Jess might get ideas…” Conor decided to call a cab to drop him at home, leaving the SUV at Vokrizin for the day. That evening as he was getting ready, he heard Jess shout. “Are you ready yet?” Jessica asked, waiting impatiently at the door. “Just a minut
Conor awoke to a strange buzzing. He rolled over and his hand found the lamp. As he clicked on the light, he didn’t recognize the room he was in. A red light blinked next to a toggle. He clicked it and a familiar voice filled the room through a speaker. “Well, where is he? Jess said that turd worked here.” “Yes, Mr. Brantley works here but it's early sir. I don’t believe anyone else is in yet.”
“Come along, Kerrigan, Dear,” sneered Prima Zadok Sudeas, the newly appointed high priest of the Dragon Thunder. Kerrigan Lokir slogged along in his wake, glowering at his tone. Before his ascension three years ago, Kerrigan was favored by all of the servants and monks any time she was in the temple of Abrasax. Somehow, this prick of a man had wormed his way to the top of all dragon worship from the dregs of Pinon Province of all places. Kerrigan cringed at the memories of Zadok all the way back when he was still a lowly priest, and she, just a small girl, orphaned at six. As Conor finished up his shift on Tuesday at Jackson’s furniture, he stopped in to see Mr. Matthews. “Sir, do you have a minute?” “Of course, Conor. Come on in. Are you in a tight spot again? Need another advance?” Conor chucked, “No, but I want to thank you for doing that for me. Actually, several of my long-term plans are starting to pan out. So, if it is alright with you, I will likely stay with just partRejected Billionaire 56: Shine brighter