Disastrous Fate-Sweenett.

Chapter 36

I entered the doors to the magnificent mansion of the Dupre' s. I heard they were the wealthiest in all of London. They own a well-known company or maybe some kind of London publishing house? They threw the ball for their promotion and invited all dogbodies in the city.

The place is breathtaking! Even only in the outside it almost looked like a gigantic beautiful castle. In the inside, there are like maybe 500 rooms which I heard, when I got in, there is already this fireplace which I believe is built with the most exquisite marble from Italy. Each joint containing a single pearl.

The chandelier, I believe, can only be found in the palaces of nobility. The floor is solid. The walls are well-polished. Curtains are made of pure Egyptian cloth. The ceiling has this gradient color that no words could describe it. The whole creativity makes the place look like it's heaven or this must be heaven.

I didn't notice that my colleague, Jamie, had been standing there for like an eternity, wide-eyed and jaw-dropped. I roll my eyes and snap my fingers in front of him. He immediately escaped his trance and asked me what I was saying.

I spent hours talking to lords and magistrates. Jamie was writing down the meetings on his notebook following me around. We needed rest so we went to the dining table where there is this line of gigantic plates filled with mouth-watering meals fit for a king.

I asked Jamie to find me some chocolate chip cookies. They are my favorite and I am entirely in the mood for one.

Jamie found a bowl of them. I picked one and immediately ate it whole. I coughed and spit it out my mouth.

" Sir, are you alright? " Jamie asked me with concern.

" I'm fine. " I coughed slightly and sniffed. " The cookies are spoiled. " I grimaced at the bowl of cookies.

Jamie took a cookie in his hand and smelled it. " It's spoiled, alright. " he placed it back.

" Is all the food spoiled? " I asked him with a little grimace on my face.

He took a bun from a bowl beside the one with the cookies and ate it. " No, not all. " he said with his mouth full and chuckled.

" Why do I always get the bad luck? " I spat. " I'm pretty sure the master of the house is bad luck itself. " I drank my wine.

" Is he now? " a charming gentleman said leaning on the table. He wore the best suit in the house. All clean and silked looking cool there.

" Yes, he is. For ordering the most ghastly type of cookies. " I picked up a cookie looking at it longingly. " Why do they have to be rotten? They are my favorites. Not anymore. " I threw the cookie harshly back in the bowl.

" I swear, he must be a lunatic. Ordering spoiled food in this grand ball. I mean, think about it. "

The gentleman chuckled. " You're right. I should've ordered something more fresh. " he picked a cookie and sniffed it then grimaced.

" Pardon, good sir. " I said confused.

" Dupre'. Zachary Dupre '. " he let out his hand. Shit! My jaws almost dropped. " The total lunatic who ordered rotten cookies and owner of the well-known company Dupre ' Enterprises. " he finished.

Holy shit! " Let me apologize-"

" No need to apologize, my friend. You are? "

He's taking this remarkably well. Hmm. Not bad for a Dupre '.

" Todd. Inspector Sweeney Todd. " I shook his hand.

" So you're Todd. I've heard about you. You solved like the worst cases ever in London. How many was that? "