Conspiracy of The Silence

Lugati III

The month turned into a year and then another year, when suddenly it came to a dangerous halt. That day, Disraeli, with all his fury, stormed into the room where Dean Quayle tutors Alea and Gray. He entered and closed the door with a bang, drawing the attentions of the three persons within. "Excuse me Dean Quayle, but I must ask you to stop and leave now. You may return tomorrow."

"But Disraeli, we have just started." The dean, anxious, stood at the man's furious words.

"I do not need you to tell me you have just started. You are in my employ; therefore if I tell you to go, you must go." His voice thundered. Alea and Gray looked at each other.

"But Disraeli, you must calm down, this show of temper in front of two children id dangerous." Dean Quayle tried to make him calm down.

"Dangerous? But tell me Dean Quayle, isn't bringing that rat into my house what you call dangerous?" Disraeli pointed at Gray, causing the boy to stand. Alea on the other hand felt fear of what might come next.

"That is not a good word to use."

"Danforth, Danforth, always the proper one. I do not need you to lecture me, I am Disraeli von Amstel!"

"And I am Danforth Quayle, what difference do our names employ? You and I are from the same stock, no one higher nor lower!" Dean Quayle was becoming angry by the minute.

"Ah, so you think that. Of course, you were fortunate enough to marry a Demetrieff and have a child and on their deaths their inheritance became yours." Disraeli's rage was making him see no reason. He was so inflamed that anyone in his sight was instantly enemies.

"How could you think that? How dare you accuse me of using my family for gain?"

"Really?" Disraeli throws a hand up. "But that scandal wouldn't be appeasing still, right Danforth? That day your wife and child died on that car crash, you should have been with them."

"You will go no further! This is too much, we have been friends for so long, withstood trials and you give me this?" Dean Quayle slapped a weak hand into his chest.

"I have a better idea. I am firing you, immediate this instant. Leave my house!" Disraeli thundered. Dean Quayle at the edge of his temper took his bag, stared at Disraeli with conviction one last time and left.

Disraeli turned his attention towards the two children. "You boy, and what in the devil's mind were you thinking that day you and Alea decided to slip out unexcused and have a little joyride?"

"But Papa..." Alea spoke.

"No buts miss, I am here to find out the truth and you better not speak a word while I do it." He turned to Gray. "Answer me young man!"

"It was foolish of me sir but father bought me a new scooter and I showed it to Alea and we decided to try it. We forgot the time and came home late." Gray was staring down.

"Came home late? You think that was the only think I find wrong?" Disraeli took a step forward, causing Gray to back down. "What if you got into an accident? Did you think of that! If it were only you, the devil may care, but with my only daughter?" he thundered the words.

"But Papa, nothing happened." Alea knew by the look in her father's eyes that she made a mistake speaking.

Pulling her up by the elbow, Disraeli gave her the first slap she ever had in her life. "I told you to be quiet." He shook her then let go. Alea sat heavily on the chair and felt the painful tingles in her cheek, she wept into her palms.

"Excuse me Mr. von Amstel but that was uncalled for. It was my fault and not Alea's." Gray bravely said.

"Yes! It was your entire fault, teaching my child to disregard my commands." Slowly Disraeli advanced towards Gray making the latter back down until his back was against the wall. "You impetuous bastard!" Disraeli raised a hand as if to slap him.