Guardian Dressed In White // l.s. [Slow Updates]

Assistant of the Night

· Brief recap ·

"69 billion dollars."

All chatter comes to a complete and instantaneous deadlock as soon as the mysterious buyer spoke of such an outrageous price.

The peculiar buyer stands. Rising to his feet. Slowly stalking towards the stages apron. He spoke with clarity as he sashayed passed the many seats of intrusive spectators. Steadily approaching the stages front. His voice a mixture of both darkness and light.

The words that spilled from his mouth were like acid rain as he glared from Master Andrew to my frightened, huddled in form.

There was a glint of what I could only assume to be dimness- devilry in his eyes as he enunciated just two simple words that caused my mere mortal heart to skip a beat or two...

"In cash."

*Continued*

"And just might whom you be, fine sir?" Andrew spoke through clenched teeth. Briefly allowing only a tight-lipped, modest smile to grace his lips as he kept his eyes trained, front and center.

"Doesn't matter." the mystery buyer blanks. Simply wanting to aquire his prize and quickly escape the room full of insufferable, prestigious bidders to get back to work.

"End the bid and quit stalling, Dipshit. I don't have time for games." He didn't have time for things like unnecessary introductions. Especially with this snake, Austin.

"There's no need to be crude, sir." Master Andrew opts for politeness. Quickly taking on the lead role as Mr. Nice guy. "And for future reference, my name's Andrew. Andrew Jones."

"Whatever Allen." The newcomer huffs in annoyance. Already not liking the slimy vibes this "Alexander Jonas'" aura was producing. Just looking at the guys face made the stranger want to retch his insides out whilst a pigeon eats seeds out of his arse. "Are we gonna end this shit or am I gonna to have to take my bid by force."

Master's face was then contorted into that of fury at his uncivil tone. He was as angry as a bull. His cheeks flushed and his stormy- grey eyes sparkled with ferocity as he grits out the ever famous line of, "I'll have you know-" before getting interjected.

"Oh please." the mystery man interrupts Andrew's sentence. Effectively cutting him off as he begins to rant. "Save the whole 'oh, I'll have you know' bullshit for later! Because I'll have you know my boss would end this sleazy little career you've got going on here, with just a snap of his fingers."

"Is that so?" Andrew chuckles into the mic. His laughter inducing the rather large audience to laugh along.

Oh my... I've completely forgotten that we weren't the only three individuals present in this room. "And just might whom your boss be, hmm?" He forces out. His laughter accompanied with words were indeed bubbling. Much like a gushing stream.

The act of course angering the buyer. But as it would seem, he knows of a way to turn those smiles upside down. So he speaks. Voice cold and morbid. "Listen, pal. All you need to know is that I am the head butler of the notorious Styles manor." Mystery man smirks a sinister smile when all hysterics comes to an immediate end.

"And lets just say my Mr. Styles wouldn't be all to joyous knowing that you, Mr. Anderson, are subjecting his childhood friend of whom he hasn't seen in almost 10 years, to this room full of disdainful halfwits." the stranger vociferates pretty loudly whilst he smiles a malicious grin. Delighted to see that he brought such an incredible look of fear to emerge on such a dense face.