Raising a Demon

Ch.8

- 3RD PERSON -

November 11, 2014. 6:50 PM, Kline industries.

- 6 months later -

"-all that we ask is that you kindly donate five thousand dollars to the fundraiser. I can guarantee that you will be recognized as the most generous billionaire around. All you have to do is simply sign the paper. Please, sir, it is for a good cause."

Percy snapped out of his daze, focusing on the man in front of him after zoning out from his jabbering, "Apologies, but what exactly is this supposed cause you speak of?"

"It's for Anya Sidorov's annual jamboree!" The man exclaimed excitedly, almost bouncing in his seat. "It is the 10th anniversary of her late husband's passing and she always celebrates it with a large gala in his honor. But this year, she left all the planning to her niece since this is also her retirement party."

Percy racked his brain for the name; concluding the kind old woman he had met a while ago. She was a very sassy woman who appreciated the smallest things in life, always having her tongue ready with a comeback. But recently, he had heard that dozens of her 'nieces' have been popping up everywhere in the city, trying to use her name to get into celebrity parties and events.

With a sigh, Percy spoke in a low tone, "I understand that this is an important party for Mrs. Sidorov, but how do I know that you are not some paparazzo trying to get a few pictures? If you truly are the niece's assistant, then convey to her that I do not have any intent to donate anything until she comes to me personally about it."

"But sir-!"

"Have you ever donated money to people in a wealthy society?" Percy asked, his chin resting on his palm as he stared at the man. The said male was squirming under his gaze, "W-Well, no sir."

"Then let me tell you the precautions that we all must take when it comes to donating money." Getting up from his seat, the demigod walked around the desk to lean against the front of it. Still staring at the man, he then started to explain,

"When you donate money, you have to be sure that the donation is used for its said cause. You fact-check their information and try to find the source of the sudden cause. I have seen many businessmen fall because they allowed themselves to be fooled by sweet words but then fall into the spider's trap of debt. So until I get direct confirmation from Mrs. Sidorov about her Jamboree situation, I cannot donate anything."

With a hesitant nod, the man silently stood up and walked out of the office.

Percy sighed as he went back around his desk, plopping himself down on his chair. The comfort of his leather chair made him sink further into it, while the silence in his office slowly lulled him to sleep.

Suddenly, his office doors banged open; alerting him awake immediately. However, he relaxed once he realized that it was only his secretary, Samantha, walking into the room.

"Sorry, sir. I heard that you weren't feeling good, so I went and got you some ginger ale." She said sweetly, a bright smile resting on her lips. Percy eyed the drink on the tray she was holding, giving the woman a tight-lipped smile as he thanked her.

"Thank you, Miss Smith. You didn't need to do this though."

"Oh, it's fine, sir. Everyone needs to be taken care of when they're sick." She said nonchalantly, putting the tray on his coffee table. The faint sound of a packet opening barely reached Percy's ears before she made her way back to him with the drink in hand.