Nathaniel
Plans change everyday I have accepted that. More so I am a very patient man, I am a man that doesn't set expectations but I set something I know and am certain that that's how and when it will be done. And then there's the change of plans, I won't get mad. I never will. Now I'm looking at this idiot whom my men keep pouring water over his bagged face. He's very lucky that I still haven't touched him but he's already crying like a newborn baby.
Like I said, patience, I have accepted it. Plans changing I have respected. I have no unreasonable expectations. But the repeat of a mistake? That is no change of plans, that's basically putting a new schedule for me, a new plan that I didn't ask for. That's spitting at the shoe I have paid thousands on to be on my feet. Which is what Jacob here in front of me did.
He delayed every single shipment of my stuff in the last month and yet I have been very very patient with him. See, I'll admit I don't hate people who make mistakes like him. Because without those people I have no one to take my anger out to. Like I do right now. If my men are that perfect, I wouldn't be able to have a chance to correct them. But giving me time to develop anger will result in your death. And not a quick one because as I said, I am a very patient man.
Now the thing that angered me tonight is, you wouldn't guess what. Even I can't believe that even after all these years, I still have the same damn problem.
The Hugh family.
They are nothing but low ranked and trashy business people whom used to have its prime when it was under Merlin Hugh's leadership and yet I'm aware Merlin is still the same man that took it to the ground. His pussy of a son tried, let's say is still trying to lift it back up. But then again, he has what I want. I have what he needs. But the boy needs to be put back in place because I am no fool, I can see him trying to snake his way to my good side by an offer. An offer that I'm not sure if it's fully aware of its role yet it seems like she does.
She's another one of my change of plans. The disgustingly sweet and yet very charming young woman with a sharp tongue when she first met me. I remember it very well because of my memory. My memory is as sharp as my suits always look. I always remember the smallest details.
The look in those lost amber eyes. The unconscious bite of her bottom lip and look of flirt in those irises. The little thing is easy to read but for the life of me I can't help but think there's something missing with her. But it doesn't matter.
When I was outside, the original plan was to change my plans of making an appearance until a certain bird "advised me" to do more than just act like this charity event is bullshit. And admittedly, if I hadn't done as she'd asked, I wouldn't have found the Dancing Debby because it's an art piece my cousin and I have been looking for. I also noticed a few qualities from her. She's very opinionated when she doesn't see someone's importance in her life, or should I say of someone in her family's image.
I did as she asked and donated but I wasn't going to donate more. I have no value I add in these events because I buy my painting from the artists because that's how I prefer it. And maybe because my cousin gave me that insight. That stupid fucker and I weren't close before but now I'm convinced he's completely insane, insane for marrying a Russian woman. Out of all people. A Russian woman.
A Russian woman that's currently giving him shit and yet he won't admit it because just like me he has a mind made of steel. I'm sure he will go through great lengths just to make her submit, I on the other hand have no time for bullshit as so.
But alas my cousin's affairs were never my problem though, my problem is my current one. My mother, basically both my parents have been pestering me to have a wife and have an heir in which I don't want neither. But my age is what somehow had them on edge, as if I might break my back and die at any minute. I don't want to fuck anyone they give me and all these women they want for me, they can control. Which is why I am taking matters into my own hands.

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Fiksi PenggemarTired of the nagging of his undying parents, Nathaniel Lake Wader finds himself a wife. A woman both acceptable as his shiny object to keep his parents happy and operate his underground work without having them at his back. But what he finds is more...