Madam Cas | 01.01
Sept 13, 2015 10:13:01 GMT -5
Post by Izzy Anders on Sept 13, 2015 10:13:01 GMT -5
Jan didn’t look amused by my interruption of her sleeping. She’s quite the cranky individual when she doesn’t get her nap. Her disdain was quite clear. Alex trailed behind her, nervously giving me a look. She requested praise for her duty. I smiled and beckoned her over. When the well-endowed girl walked over to me, I offered her a hug. She gladly accepted it.
“You didn’t get punched. You must have been too cute to hit. Right, Jan?” I eyed Jan from over Alex’s shoulder. Jan rolled her eyes, not bothering to answer me. I sent Alex off to give Jan and I some time alone (well, outside of the chefs preparing our lunch).
“Don’t you just love the excitement around a debut?” I asked, throwing my arms up in the air. It was a small release of the energy inside of me. Jan’s deposition hardly changed as she took a seat before me. I gave her a look of concern. “You want a cup of coffee, my dear?” Jan wasn’t active enough yet for my liking. She nodded, once again not bothering to answer me vocally. I could only sigh in response. I rose an attention-grabbing hand up.
“One cup of coffee for Miss Morgenstern here!”
“Yes, ma’am!” a masculine voice replied from within the kitchen. How dutiful they are. If I had to serve Jan, I wouldn’t make haste. Even if I had orders.
I tucked my hands underneath my chin, giving Jan an amused look. “I assume you’re excited as well?”
“Not at all. I don’t get excited about something I’ve done for ages,” Jan coolly replied. “You can be excited,” she took a gander at the magazines upon the table, “because that’s your thing,” she took up a Sports Illustrated. “You love the glitz and glamour of professional wrestling. I only partake in the violence,” she explained, only giving the magazine enough attention to read the front.
She lost interest and put it back.
“Partake?” I was perplexed. I felt my eyebrow arch. “You don’t enjoy the violence?”
“No, I would be a psychopath to enjoy it,” she answered, prompting a sour expression from me. Gavin, the lovely master chef of my kitchen returned with a cup of coffee. He handed off sugar and cream to Jan. She silently thanked him.
“Thank you, Gavin,” I smiled at him. When my eyes came back to Jan, she was leaving. “Where are you going?” I tried to stop her, but to no avail.
“I have to get ready. I don't have time to myself ostentatious like you.”
Ouch, that one cut deep.
Jan had opted to go to some vacant area, a warehouse, maybe. She was one for the intimidating actions. Me? No. I had liven things up. In my living room, I sat. Red dyed lighting gave a seductive look to it all. I sat on my favorite loveseat. It was a burgundy color, offset only by the elaborate shawl draped over it. Alex and Hayden, one of my favorite men, stood next to me, posing as my imperial guards. They nervously did so, but I commended them for attempting.
“Mister Faurve, you’re cute, to put bluntly. You’re one of the people that I wish to emulate. You’re a hard working gent, ready to make himself known here in wrestling. You’re the atypical wrestler. That’s I enjoy about you. There aren’t many like you anymore. Sadly, I’m not like you. As much as I do like you, I must tell you that I prefer all of this,” I motioned to everything around me.
“To your simple life to your simple goals to your simple wish to defeat Jan and myself,” I chuckled to myself. “I, Cassandra Rowley, do wish for your success here in LDFC. However, I cannot let you defeat me.”
“I’ve spent too much on everything to lose. I have tickets for all of my valets, including Jan. I have a new attire to make myself aesthetically pleasing. I went to the spa. Everything is optimized for me to take this victory in the most gorgeous fashion. I have the money to do so, but I hate to waste anything. If you have the money to flaunt about, you do so. But make sure you don’t do it for no reason. My reason is to celebrate my victory over Mr. Green and yourself. Consider it a tribute to the both of you. I shall remember your names as my career skyrockets after this.”
“So, excuse me, if I wish to be extravagant. But I’m not one of the ignorant rich folk. I know the value of a dollar, because I worked hard for it. I know that you both will fight hard to defeat us. But don’t let what I have go to waste, yes?”
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