Demon Hunter [COMPLETE]

Chapter 56 - Sweetener's Just Desserts and Gala's Now A Banquet

*Mr. Sweetener's P.O.V*

I lost everything.

Every single fucking thing.

My wife, my house, most of my items and most importantly, my mind.

I was now on the verge of homelessness, with no money in my savings account because I blew it all on sex and drugs. Sadly, I had no choice but to sleep in my car. At least I have a car though. Some people sleep on the street...people I used to make fun of all the time. Ironic, isn't it? Now I'm one of those people...

Because my magazine went bankrupt, I had no choice but to get a job. However since the job market is tough, I lied on my resume.

I took a deep breath as I waited for the door to be answered.

A tall man with cropped, dark black hair, light skin and sea blue eyes opened the door. He wore a regular white shirt, baggy jeans and he was barefoot. Fucking dumbass. You would think since he's conducting an interview today, he would dress up for it and wear something like a business suit. Kids these days don't work as hard as my generation did.

"Hey, you're here for the position of the butler, correct?"

"Yes, we agreed over email, remember?" I reminded him, quietly. I'm so freaking poor now that I had no choice but to use wifi from a damn coffee shop to answer his message. I admit I probably sounded desperate more than professional when I replied back, but eh, it landed me here so I have no regrets.

"Oh right," he said, laughing. "I had a feeling that's what you were here for."

You had a feeling, you fuckface?!

IS THIS ALL SOME SICK JOKE TO YOU, BITCH?! HUH?!

ARGGGGGGGGGGH!

God damn, I need to put food on the table so I can eat and survive, and you're just laughing off the fact that you sent an email to me for an interview like it's no big F-U-C-K-I-N-G deal. You freaking playboy douche, I hope someone stabs you with over a hundred pins every Saturday for the rest of your stupid life. I'd wish death on you, you imbecile, but since I need you to employ me, I won't.

I cleared my throat.

"Haha, you're so right," dumbass. "I'm Aurora Sweetener."

"Isn't Aurora a girl's name?" Fred questioned.

"Well, my parents, who have vision problems by the way, thought I was a girl for the first few weeks. By the time they realized, it was too late. They decided to leave my name as is and just called me Auto."

Weird, I know! 

The hospital did tell them I was a boy however my parents were convinced that the workers were lying for God knows what reason. They only believed it when a priest confirmed it. Yep, you heard that right. In addition to being nearly blind hippies, my parents were also religious lunatics. They weren't that bright either.

I never legally changed my name on paper because I didn't want to spend a single dime doing so.

"I'm Fred Prince," he said, smiling and extending his hand out for me to shake.

"I know." Of course, I knew who this man was. He ran a huge, successful business Empire that brought in over billions of dollars. Man, if only I was gay. Then I could make moves on Fred and if I'm lucky, he'll take me out. Yes, I'm well aware that I'm older than him...

Hmm...also, he didn't insult me over my name? What a refined gentleman. But I suppose he has to be, since this is a professional interview.

"So," Fred said, leaning against the doorframe. "Why do you feel like you'd make a good fit for the role of the butler?"