Never Ending

two

It had been six hours since Noelle's talk with her maid Catherine. During that time, the twelve-year-old had been struggling to find any sort of other information on Makoto Sada. She had done extensive research into her background and into her "friend" Angie as well. However, her efforts bore no fruit. She had even tried looking around on the dark web to see if there had been any details recorded, but to no avail.

Reclining back in her chair, she let out the third frustrated sigh in the last ten minutes. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing about either Makoto or Angie on any browsing platforms. It was as if everything other than their names and the fact that the two were some of the most intelligent people were erased.

They had not even won any awards, the girl thought to herself. How could they be considered the smartest when they had no awards to show for it?

The world was a strange place.

A chime rang out from the intercom placed on her door, and was accompanied by a series of clicks in Morse code. She listened carefully as it came.

"A formal dinner at seven thirty," the young girl said once the message was delivered completely. She let out another sigh. Her father usually did not care about eating together, but when he needed her to come and keep up appearances, he would call her over the intercom in Morse.

So no matter what, she would have to eat dinner with him today. And most likely in fancy attire.

Noelle stared up at the ceiling. How fancy did she have to dress this time?

Slipping off her dress, she walked to her closet, looking for something suitable. Because of her having purple eyes, her father constantly pestered her to wear things that made the violet stand out more. Due to this, the girl's closet was filled with gold and yellow dresses.

Dressing quickly, she brushed her hair and applied some makeup before taking another pair of heels. She checked the clock to see how much time she had left.

1915.

Taking her phone and slipping it into a pocket in her dress, she left her room and walked down the hallway, her heels clicking. She wondered why her father had given her such short notice, since she would usually be informed about public dinners the day before or the early morning of.

Noelle approached the dining room and knocked after taking a deep breath. "It's Noelle," she announced.

"Come in."

Plastering a bright smile on her face, she took a deep breath and opened the doors. Searching the room quickly, she found her father sitting at the table, accompanied by a woman and a young boy. They all stood as she entered the room.

She made her way to the end of the table and curtsied. "My name is Noelle Stryker, the daughter of Glenn. I'm so very pleased to meet the two of you," she said with a smile.

The woman refrained from curtsying with visible restraint and instead bowed from her waist. "I am pleased to finally meet you as well, Noelle. My name is Angelika Jaegar."

Angelika...Jaegar? Noelle was surprised. Angelika Jaegar was known globally for being the richest woman in the world and for reaching her status in the span of one year. Why was someone like her here?

The boy also bowed. "I am Conrad, Miss Angelika's son."

Her son? Noelle kept an appropriate expression as she went to go sit next to her father. She kept her smile on her face, hiding her confusion and thinking hidden underneath. There was a son? Since when? And why on earth were our rivals, the Jaegar family, suddenly having dinner with us?