Cascading Empire

Chapter 10

May looked back, seeing Sebastian standing there looking rather betrayed. "Ah.. this is going to be troublesome," May let out accidentally, standing up and scratching the back of her head. "He's just visiting," May replied and Sebastian kept his eyes on Callex the whole time, who was smiling smugly.

"I don't believe that. Does he not have his own house? Or does he just want to-" "Sebastiannnn.." May began to annoy Sebastian, patting his shoulder and leaning a bit closer to his ear, "I invited him.. don't be rude to our guest."

Sebastian covered his ears and looked at May in disbelief, "Guest..?" He quietly whispered. May nodded and Sebastian took frozen for a moment, before lowering his head and sighing, "I guess it can't be helped. Is it for business?" Sebastian asked and May shrugged, "Don't know. He just didn't know where his address was."

The male let out a face of disbelief, "That sounds fishy," He said and May nodded, before whispering in his ear, "Activate all the cameras and sensors, in case he does do something fishy, and cover all of the importance."

Sebastian nodded, walking past Callex with a final glare, giving him a quiet warning. "Don't you dare do anything to our boss."

Callex gave a little grin while his sharp eyes betrayed his smile. "I won't, don't you worry. I'm just interested." Sebastian stopped, his face grim as his hands clenched into a fist, trembling. He inhaled while May watched this quiet interaction, very confused. "Sebastian?"

He turned around and grinned, before entering and Callex sighed, looking to May with an apologetic smile. May tilted her head. "I'm just here to talk business," Callex said and May nodded, "I was thinking about talking something with you, too."

Saphire looked at all the people around her, men who were ogling at her with their eyes, and women who were looking rather in envy. If they weren't doing that, then they were having a drunk time and dancing while shouting.

Saphire was currently in her work environment, watching as her costumers danced around, clearly drunk. She was bored. So bored. Obviously she could've just taken advantage of anyone, but none of them were cute in her opinion. She wanted to tease someone cute.. innocent.. and.. oh, he's here.

Saphire glanced to the entrance, seeing Eric enter with authority, people glancing at the tall man while whispering. He was good looking, so it was no doubt there would be gossips. And he was also rich.

Today he wore casual clothes, a white button-up and black suit pants while he was fixing his arm sleeves. Glancing around, his tall figure finally caught the shorter female at the bar, looking fiercely at him. She grinned. She was bored, and her toy just happened to come straight into her.

Eric grinned a little nervous smile before walking to her in a calm, orderly way. Sitting next to her, the male laced his fingers together, even more women watching as they glanced now and then to see if the two would interact.

"What did you come here for?" Saphire asked, leaning in to her arms as she watched the other order something. He stayed quiet for a bit before answering, "I wanted to talk business," He repeated what his older brother had told him to. Biting his lips a little in nervousness, the action did not escape Saphire's sight. Her smile dropped a bit, before sighing and glancing up.

"I did too. I'll go first," Saphire started and laced her fingers also, crossing her legs while the men around her were well aware of this position. This position of hers told others she held the authority, and she was the one who was going to start the conversation, and end the conversation in the way she wants.

"Why did you and your brother choose our bar and club?"

Eric didn't expect this question and the atmosphere quickly got tense. Eric's face was strict, and his eyes quickly turned sharp, different to his usual shy atmosphere. "What do you mean?" Eric let out a tiny smile and Saphire sighed, smiling as she dropped her head into her hands in a manner where she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"There must be an ulterior motive if two professional business owners like you and your brother chose, I admit, rather "dirty" business," Saphire smiled. She was well aware the business she and her best friend were in weren't the best jobs no matter how sucessful this was. In the views of others, they would see this as a place to cheat on their significant others and just have a nice one-night stand with one of the willing workers or one of the people they meet here.

Quiet, the man answered, "What's wrong with choosing two professions which are different from ours?" He asked. Saphire nodded, "I agree, greed is not something humans can control. If you have a business, you want something bigger out of it," Saphire said and Eric hummed in agreement. "Don't you also have that feeling?" He chuckled and Saphire shook her head, smiling in nostalgia.

"May and I have forgotten that feeling long ago," She replied solemnly, "We have never searched for other business to partner with. If someone wants to, they must prove they can. But we will never beg someone to join just because our organization is breaking down. You see, this job of ours was not for money, instead it was for the pure enjoyment and dream of the younger us."

While Saphire explained, Eric had a familiar look in his eyes, but Saphire dismissed it, knowing that soon enough it will go away. She continued, "The younger us wanted something big, wanted to escape from the pressure of elders, the pressure of school, and the pressure of society. But once we did it, we now know-"

"That it was better than nothing right? It was better to have big dreams when small, and grow that dream. Gradually, it will grow into something you can't achieve unless you keep growing along with that dream," Eric also said and Saphire shrugged, "I actually didn't understand what you're saying. I'm under the influence of alcohal right now.." Saphire admitted, chuckling as she lifted another cup to her glossy lips before chugging down the cup, and dropping it onto the table.

Watching this action, Eric truly admired her, because although his alcohal tolerance was strong, it surely never is as strong as hers.

Suddenly, Saphire leaned over the table and grabbed his tie, pulling him closer as his eyes widen in shock of this repeated action. He could see her tiny smirk, and fierce eyes from up close. He breathe smelled a little like mint and alcohal mingled together.

She let out the question, "So why're you here today?"