MERCENARY | KINGSMAN: THE SECRET SERVICE [1]

10. RUINED

10| ruined

"Please keep a piece of my heart. I have loved you from the start. You bring me back."
- Anonymous.

As I waited for my sticky and wet polished nails to dry, Daddy has now just arrived at Richmond Valentine's mansion while Agent Galahad himself is posing as a billionaire named Mr DeVere, and I do have access to watch him through my tablet as he is wearing the respective Kingsman glasses, and he is now standing alone on the front porch, looking around for a while, noticing that there are no parked cars around when it is confirmed that the gala dinner is tonight. Daddy then turns back to the front door and knocks on it, waiting patiently as it opens moments later to reveal Valentine himself to which I just watched silently in my seat.

"Mr DeVere. It's a pleasure to meet you." Valentine welcomes him.

"I'm awfully sorry. I seem to have my dates muddled up." Daddy purposely apologizes.

"No, no, no. I cancelled the gala because of you." Valentine points out to him, literally, and raised one of my eyebrows in amusement. "Anybody willing to donate that much deserves their own dinner. Come in!"

"Thank you." Daddy replies as he enters and the door closes behind him.

"Got to admit: I was really intrigued to meet you. There aren't many billionaires I don't know." Valentine admits and I sighed quietly as two of my nails have already dried a bit, from both hands.

"I don't doubt it." Daddy says as they then started to walk down the hallway which is filled with large picture frames and paintings on the walls.

"And, obviously, I had my people look into your affairs and that's some pretty old money you're from. How'd your folks make it?" Valentine asks as I softly blew on the still wet polish while Daddy answers his question.

"Property, mostly. Property and the markets."

An unknown woman then is about to walk past them, heading to their right while Daddy catches sight of a book she's holding in her right hand before she makes her way up one of the curve styled staircase of the mansion before he then continues to tell him, "Nothing questionable, if that's your concern."

"Look, I'm just into finding out what caliber person you are. I'm sure you understand that." Valentine says as Daddy replies while the two men finally entered the large and empty dining room.

"I most certainly do."

"Hope you're hungry." Valentine says.

"I'm famished."

"Good. Grab a seat." The billionaire tells him as they did so and not for long, the familiar- the same woman from the news I watched the other evening slowly approaches as she pushes a trolley of the covered food until it's in the middle of both men, opening it to reveal McDonalds.

Daddy and Valentine then turned to each other with a smile given to each other before Daddy speaks up first which makes me chuckle, "I'll have the Big Mac, please."

"Good choice." I commented as Valentine responds while he points at the meal and raises his glass before he drinks it.

"Great choice. But nothing beats two cheeseburgers with secret sauce. Goes great with this '45 Lafite."

"A classic pairing. And may I suggest Twinkies and a 1937 Cheteau D'yquem for pudding?" Daddy suggests and I nodded as almost all nails are dry now.

"I like it." Valentine replies as he points at him at that before it's back to business. "So, you want to donate to my foundation. You are aware that I wound things down in that area, right?"