Instantly, Patience leaned so far forward so fast that she almost lunched herself off her own chair. Her fingers sunk deep into the armrest, almost leaving claw marks on the material."Midnight?! Pardon my disbelief Mr. Dana but you mean the actual Midnight family, right?! The number one out of the seven progenitor families, that Midnight family?!" She asked with widened eyes, looking very energetic and standing on the edge of disbelief but she also knew that Mr. Rose Dana wasn't someone that would lie about something like this."What? Progenitor family? What are you talking about, Grandmother?" Julius asked, forehead creased while staring surprisingly at at Patience and the rest of the family were looking like they shared the same sentiment as him, having no idea what Patience was talking about.The name Midnight is common worldwide, most especially within people of similar social status as the Maples. However, what isn't common and is only a rumor is the fact that they are the proge
She was clearly offended and tried to come up with a way around it "Mr. Dana, there's no need to be hasty with your decision. I hadn't even given a date to when I'll like to have the party, yet. There's a lot of planning that comes with a celebration as big as the one I would like to have so you and Master Midnight can just hold up on the decision of declining and I'm sure that when you're both less busy, it'll be the perfect time for my party. I'm sure you won't have an excuse not to attend then, am I right Mr. Dana?" she said, smirking because she had just set a trap for Mr. Rose Dana.The trap was, she would keep tabs on the two so that she would set the party when she knows they aren't busy and as such the likelihood of them attending would be very high, even though they can just go ahead and decline if they want but she hoped on the contrary.She saw Mr. Rose Dana as someone who wouldn't want to bring tension in a relationship between him and her family so he wouldn't try to seem
"Exactly what I just said Lady Maple!" Mr. Rose Dana said facing Patience before turning to face Anthony beside her and then gesturing at him "I don't see why this young fellow can't be my escort, it's all the same to me anyway" he smiled, acting his role perfectly.Patience not wanting Anthony to have anything to do with someone as influential as Mr. Rose Dana became irritated by this and the possibility of a relationship ever forming between the two was a fear she never knew she had until now. She thought he might try to sabotage all the hard work she's put into setting up the meeting with Mr. Rose Dana's master, having absolutely no idea that both Anthony and him were the same person.As such, she tried her best to put this situation down before it could go anywhere. This is because, in delicate discussions between two influential parties, every single moment is vital and a simple escort can mean the difference between closing a deal and completely destroying it, making both involv
All the caterers and the Maples looked at him, wondering what was wrong. Knowing well that he wouldn't like to get into the details of what went down during that very brief exchange between him and Anthony, Vlad pretended like he had tripped over something and got up immediately. He looked at all the caterers with an intimidating face"What are all of you looking at?! The guests are all gone so you can go to your stations, now!" He yelled then turned to the Maples, bowed his head to great them goodbye before walking off to go to his post. He kept clenching his fist and releasing it every few seconds as he thought about how stupid he had been.Patience who was watching him leave, thought that Vlad must have been angry about Anthony taking his place in the escort and so she didn't pry into his anger, saying "That stupid dog, I'll teach him a lesson once he gets back!" She sneered.Outside the mansion, Anthony and the rest had gotten to the cars. The two soldiers had returned to their tr
"Excuse me?!" Anthony halted with a surprised face, taken aback by the brashness of the manager's words which seemed to have come straight out of nowhere. "Appears like I'm going deft but did you just tell me that I'm not welcomed here?!" Anthony asked with a creased forehead of disbelief.The manager who had his arms folded walked even closer to Anthony in an attempt to impose himself more. The fact that he was taller and had more muscles than Anthony was giving him a lot of confidence to speak in any way he wanted. When he was satisfied with how close they both were, he forcefully pointed at the door "That's right, I said get the hell out of my shop!"Anthony who was getting better at controlling his emotions was being lenient with the manager. First, he had to assess things in his head, he knew that he hadn't done anything wrong and he dressed okay enough to not be seen as a crook so him being chased from the shop wasn't making any sense to him. Calmly he followed where the manager
"That's right, two hundred thousand dollars! That's the only amount I'm gonna sell so you can just get the hell out of here because I know someone like you can't afford it!" The manager smirked and the sales rep with the red suit finally understood the game the manager was playing.There was no way they could see the bike to Anthony when they had already sold it to someone they saw as very dangerous so the only thing to do is ridicule Anthony with the price and make him leave on his own, shame ridden.At first, Anthony had wanted to challenge the price but from the way they all looked at him, he instantly knew they wanted to embarrass him and so he frowned, looking straight at the manager and saying "Two thousand dollars, is that all? No problem then, I'll pay it right now!""What!" The manager exclaimed, getting angry "There's no way you can ever afford something like that!" He yelled, looking at Anthony up and down and being sure that Anthony was lying through his teeth about being a
Half an hour later and the owner of the automobile shop drove his black Mercedes Benz G-Class MSRP which costs $150,000 down to the shop and parked right behind the last Jeep in Anthony's convoy.He was a very short man, less than five feet tall, whose feet could barely even manage to touch the pedals of his car, and the size of the vehicle he chose to drive while being his size just speaks volumes about the type of person he was. From all the signs he's portrayed, he fits perfectly into the stereotype of a typical short angry person who drives a big car as a means of compensating for his low self-esteem and worth. And just as the typical stereotype type, he also happens to be short-tempered, getting angry most of the time for the littlest of things, just like right now.During the call, the sales rep in the yellow suit didn't relay much information and just told him that he had to come to the shop with immediate effect then cut the call abruptly and that was the start of his anger. R
"Pardon my bad manners, I told you to come to sit but I forgot to lay out the chair for you," Anthony said, both palms pressed together in an apologetic way and a sincere look on his face.The owner gulped "It's no problem, I can just stand while we do the business—" Anthony cut him short, dropping his hands and leaning closer to the side where the sales rep who wore yellow and had his head pressed against the ground in a bow was."My mentor always taught me to be hospitable to people I'm meeting for the first time, so here," Anthony said then tapped the yellow suit-wearing sales rep on the shoulder, making him look up at him. Looking straight into the sales rep's eyes, Anthony said "What are you doing, your boss needs a seat so get him one" he said in a threatening tone."Yes sir!" The sales rep replied, nodding his head vigorously then rushed, crawling behind the owner of the shop and positioning himself like a chair. On all fours, he started smiling from ear to ear because he though