Law

Being a celebrating and his job

Mark

I flopped the new magazine that had landed on my doorstep, on the kitchen table. I sipped the coffee Jack had made me.

The boy had insisted on making breakfast and my stomach wasn't complaining. He stood in front of the stove flipping pancakes. Wearing the clothes from yesterday. Nothing else fit him.

It was the day after the photo shoot and the picture on the motorbike magazine was me. Me and Jack.

I could tell it had been photoshopped. My waist was too thin and I'm real life I wasn't that strong. Sean had been made out to be thinner then he actually was. They even made his skin look unhealthy. Probably to fit the markings of a slave.

I stood, leaning on the Harley. My right elbow resting on the seat over my one legs bent, the foot hooking around the other. In my left hand I held the red leash that was pulled right. It was pulling Seàn's head up slightly and I could see the pain on his face.
I only hoped most of it was fake.

But the picture looked good. No doubt it was what the director wanted. I was the overall boss. I did own the company, but I didn't know Shut about directing photo shoots.
I leave that up to the professionals.

I slid the magazine over to Seàn who slipped me a plate of pancakes. I began to eat while his eyes grazed over the front cover.

I saw his expression turn from curious to wondering. Jack set the magazine down carefully.

" The whole world is going to see that aren't they?" The slave asked in a quiet voice.

I stopped chewing and swallowed my food. My eyes stayed focusing on the table.

It would! The whole world would see him and me. They would all know that I have a slave now. Press would love the stories they could make about how I treat him. If I don't treat him according to the law, we could both be killed.

" yeah" I replied simply.

I herd Seàn such softly as he began to scrub the frying pan and utensils he used. I kept eating.

" I'm not used to...the public knowing. After all, slavery is illegal where I come from" Sean said.

I nodded and pushed the plate towards him, he took it to clean it.

" It's probably good for them to know early. Rules and laws are different here, you're going to have to get used to that" I explained.

The boy nodded and the room filled with silence. I took out my phone to check up on Hilda.

The doorbell rang. I glanced back and groaned.
" I just checked the mail".

" I can get it" Jack soft voice echoed through the room.

I watched as the boy dried his hands and made his way to the front door. I listened to the conversation. Sure enough it was a letter. But it wasn't delivered by a mail man, it sounded like an in turn from another company. Which one I wasn't sure, but the male sounded inexperienced and young...

I put down my phone as Jack came back. I was mildly surprised when he handed me the letter and I found that it was still sealed. The historical red seal was still intact. I half expected him to open it. But I suppose he's trained to not...

My fingers traced my name written calligraphy with golden ink. The white envelope itself smelt of roses.

I knew from then it was a invitation.

" Jack could you go and check on Chica. I have a dog, she should be outside. Make sure she has water and food" I said.

Jack just nodded and walked outside. He didn't even ask a question.