--Radio on--
GOOD MORNING! THIS IS DJ RAMESES. AND YOU ARE NOW LISTENING TO SMOOTH FANTASTIC MORNINGS OF ONE O FIVE POINT NINE VIKANS RADIO. WHERE YOU CAN CHILAX AND DAYDREAM YOUR MAGICAL MUSIC FILLED WITH QUEEN'S HOT ROCK ALBUMS ALL FOR TODAY. THE TIME NOW IS THREE MINUTES BEFORE EIGHT O'CLOCK, AND IT IS HOT MONDAY FOR HOT ROCK MUSIC. LADIES AND GENTLE VIKANS, WE GIVE YOU HOT ROCK FOR YOUR HEARTS.
--Music plays--
(Song title: Bohemian Rhapsody)
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landside,
No escape from reality
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter
To me...
--Music continues playing--
Quiante Broeker quickly hopped through the counter as the hanging door bell clang. There came in lovers, cuddling and intimately caressing each other as the woman moans in pleasure. The girl was disgusted by the sight but tries not to make a sound to avoid offending the first customers of the day. Soon as the kissing stopped, the woman pushed the man to sat down on one of the vacant seats as she voluptuously walked to the counter.
The woman wears over the top diamond accessories as her too much revealing ebony dress perfectly matched the fashion. And the man before her seems to be a working millionaire. He wore expensive leopard tux on top with exaggerated polka dotted bowtie and a big chain of gold hanging around his neck. Sure, he was handsome for an old guy, but an old clown for the red lady, is just too repulsive. And if they'll just wear decently, they'll probably work out for a daughter and father relationship.
While Quiante quietly waits at the counter, suddenly the woman went near beside her and clutched her arms over Quiante's shoulder. Quiante was insulted by her actions but she decides not to bother. The woman smells too good but a strong fishy stench seems to hurt Quiante's nostrils that she instinctively covered her nose.
"My Quiante, you're still a pussy, aren't you?"
"And here comes the b*tch." Quiante irritatingly replied.
The vulgar greetings didn't mind her but instead she looks at Quiante's bosom and without even thinking, she tried to caress the girl's breast. However, Quiante was ever-vigilant that she was able to catch her hands instantly. Quiante was irked so much that she almost crushed the red lady's wrist.
"Ouch!" she took off her arms and looks at it. "F*ck, Quiante!"
"Urgh! what's that smell." Quiante complained.
"(Giggled naughtily while biting her lips) Haven't you ever get f*ck in the morning, Quiante?" she whispered and released a short sexy moan.
Quiante rolled her eyes and left for a coffee. While the lady followed her to the kitchen as she bothers Quiante in her job. The kitchen was very spacious and it's like everything was available. But the problem is the dust seems to grow deeper and deeper everyday like it wasn't used for a long time. The paper bills flocked the reminder boards and the newspapers piles up in the cupboard. Quiante reached out for a teacup and poured over a coffee. The lady swept a bit of dust from the island table with her index finger and brushed it off. And while Quiante stirs the coffee, by and by the woman stepped in closer towards her.
"Was the bank bothering you again?" she asked.
"(sighs) It's none of your business, Celia."
"I see." Celia raised her hands slowly and showed her diamond ring. "(inhales deeply) This cost a hundred piece of pure gold nuggets, do you know that?"
"O, com' on." Quiante leaves the cup and searched for a honey.
"And I can give it you, if you'd like." she continues.
Slam! "Ok, what's the catch, Celia?"
"Well... he's the owner of a large mining company and I'm planning to take you with me. Guarantee a billion percent."
"And you expect me to do that?!"
"Yah! why not? you're financially struggling and anytime soon the bank will tear you down."
"Ok, so?!"
"O, com' on! Wake up already, Quiante. You're just going to f*ck him and then poof! no more mountain debts."
"And now you're teaching me."
"F*ck! I'm helping you Quiante. Now, why can't you understand."
" I'm sorry. I'm not like you, Celia."
"Like me or not, you have to face reality. Everything is bought right now, Quiante. You know that."
"It'll pass someday."
"Yah, like in your billion dreams pussy! Maybe you should have married that psychopath..."
"Enough!" Quiante angrily demanded.
"You never learned do you, Quiante?"
"Would you please... go?"
"No I'm not done with you yet..."
Before the conversation continues, Quiante immediately left Celia and gave the cup of coffee to the old guy. When she got back to the counter, Celia was already there and she was blocking her way.
"Please! leave me alone." Quiante pleaded.
"Quiante, I know it's a bad idea but you have to trust me in this. You're broke and this will save your family." she paused and took something from her purse, "Here! call me if you change your mind."
"You don't need to."
"Ugh! stop playing hard to get, pussy." Smooch!
Celia left her calling card on the desk and went back to his darling man. She pulled him hastily and was on a hurry to leave. The old man pays to her wishes and he left a bill on the table. They left without a word and Quiante was relieved. However, deep within Quiante she knows Celia was still a friend. And even she might not admit it, she was seriously heartbroken to see that her best friend became a whore to an old lame guy who wasn't even her type. Quiante took the bill on the table and gloomily head back to the counter.
--Music continues playing--
I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Let me go)(Never) Never let you go
(Let me go) (Never) let you go (Let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me,
For meee
--Phone rings--
"Hello, this is Broeker Ltd. & Co. happily serving you! Now, how may we be of service?"
"I need to speak to the manager, please." A hoarse voice replied.
"I beg your pardon but may I know the person on the line?"
"This is the Silverline Steep Crown Tower and we need the manager, immediately."
WHAT?! THE SEVEN STARS LEGENDARY SILVERLINE STEEP CROWN TOWER?! GOSH, WHY ARE THEY CALLING US ANYWAY? (Quiante thought)
"I'm truly sorry sir but the manager may not be available until nine o'clock. If it is that too important, kindly please leave a message after the beat. Thank you very much!"
--Beep--
"A-ahem, Ahem! The Silverline Steep Crown Tower will be in need of your special assistance respectfully. There will be a royal gala tomorrow evening and we have received special recommendations personally from our royal chefs for your services. This is a direct order from the royal palace and it is not a request. You will be working with other catering companies tomorrow at 12 noon. And your pressence is highly encouraged, any informal absence will be charged of defiance to the king. Please expect to be there on time. Thank you. Ciao!"
--Call ends--
YES!!! The birds fall off from the roof as Quiante shouted in great joy. She quickly dialed on the phone to relay the good news to her parents. By and by, the clock struck eight and a man entered the door. Quiante raised her head and she saw Paint, her big brother charging towards her.
"Oi, Paint! good timing your back."
"Yah, didn't you have a work over Mrs. Ashburn today? Cuz when I passed by the street, she was burning out town. I mean literally."
"Oh no! I'm late! Thanks, bro!" Quiante hold off the phone and hastily grab her hoodie and ran towards the exit. "Umm... Paint, I have a good news later. Please tell ma and pa about it, ok?"
"What's it about?!" he called out through the window as Quiante rush towards the street.
"Later!" she shouted.
--Music continues--
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...
WAIT, DID SHE FORGOT TO TURN OFF THE RADIO? TSK, TSK, TSK.(Paint thought)
WE ARE BACK AND IT IS HOT! (DJ Rameses)
--Radio off--
Paint off the radio and as it silenced the world became busy again. The hanging door bell clang and Paint take in charge of her sister's job.
"Hot coffee, please!"
"Sure, be right there in a minute!" Paint replied.
Continuing on Quiante's journey rushing towards Mrs. Ashburn villa, ahead she can see the flustered fat woman ready to head out town.
"(Panting) Good morning, Mrs. Ashburn. I'm so sorry I'm late, I-i can explain..."
"Tush! little girl. Time is money! did you get that?!"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry cannot buy money and my one minute time will be paid off by your one more hour service."
"But that was not on the contract."
"I'm the master of the house miss Broeker and you can only listen! If this is not agreed then I will just terminate our contract."
"No!"
"No?"
"I'll do it Mrs. Ashburn."
"Good! then we're done here. And Oh, if anyone looked for me, tell them I'm out to town."
"Yes ma'am."
Mrs. Ashburn left and Quiante immediately proceeds to her chores. She first does the weeding of a three thousand square feet yard, which is impossibly to finish within an hour. However with the use of a little magic, that'll make the work done.
Quiante is not only a hard working bee but she can also manipulate both water and earth element at the same time. But as for a normal elementalist, this will require a great amount of mana to deploy magic and might even worn out the manipulator's strength. Well, Quiante was also one of a low elementalist class, however with her everyday duties within a year she was able to improve her mana stamina ridiculously. And she could even last straight eight hours of using formidable spells without even weakening.
While on the yard, thinking what best could be done, Quiante thought of a genius idea. She mold the earth into grass cutter machines and made ten water clones of her to do the job. The clone she made came to life and the grass cutters automatically operated on its own. Though her clones were already enough to the job, she still insisted to make a few trims from here and there. An hour later, and the weeding is finally done.
Quiante checked her checklist and there is still so many things to do. Feed the dogs, do the laundry, sweep the halls, and prepare the lunch. Looking at the time, Quiante estimated that she'll never get all the work things done if she'll just work manually. So, in a great concentration Quiante made five more clones to sweep the halls, the other five to do laundry and the remaining five to prepare the lunch. And now, feeding the dogs is the only task unmanned. So, Quiante alone take responsibility about it and goes to the dog house.
The dog house is full of twenty grown up dogs and thirty more puppies. They're all furry and all of them is attracted to Quiante. Quiante plays and takes care of them daily except weekends. And when they saw her, all of them care for a pat or hugs from Quiante. Quiante doesn't look much to be a pet lover but she really love dogs and even wished to have one. However, dogs in VIKANS worth a hundred pure silver each plus their certification of ownership which takes more fifty bills of pure silver making that one gold nugget. So, it's best to give it up.
Three hours later, finally the work is done. Quiante had a little rest with the dogs and all her creations vanished. A moment after, someone barged in through the front door. Quiante was alarmed by the dogs and she quickly went back to the mansion. When she got there, she saw her master's only son, William, sneaking out food in the kitchen.
William was the only son of Mr and Mrs Ashburn. His mother was a successful businesswoman and his dad is the highest ranking official of the royal guards in VIKANS empire. He has the height of six feet flat ideal for a royal guard but he decided to follow his mother's footsteps and recently he was rising as one of the wealthiest conglomerate in the kingdom. He has a smooth and fair complexion and he has a strong body structure. His eyes were blue, long hair color of a strawberry blonde, thin pinkish lips, and emphasized jawline. Overall, his face is an ideal prince charming, but his attitude is complete opposite. He usually comes home bruised because he oftentimes tend to sport with potential manipulators. And eats whatever food he sees on the table.
Seeing this, Quiante was relieved and decided to go back to the dog house. However William tried to stopped her.
"Wait! aren't you going to help me clean my bruise?"
"The kit was in your mom's drawer you can do it yourself." Quiante replied.
"Yes, I know. But right now I can't move a muscle, my body's all worn out."
URGH! WHAT A WIMP! (Quiante thought)
"Here, have an ice." Quiante made an ice pack using her water attribute and hand it over to William.
As soon as Quiante's hands lay down on William's, William took advantage to pull Quiante's arm forward, dragging her to the ground. But Quiante has fast reflexes and high flexibility skills that she was able to make a stance before she finally falls off from the unanticipated attack. Getting this, William suddenly shoot a strong fire attack aimed at Quiante. And as a defense, Quiante immediately morphed into a defense mode wherein a ball of protective water surrounded her.
The fire vanished but in effect, this caused a cloud of steam smoke that blocked her vision of William. William took the opportunity to hide within the smoke and blow a bolt of lightning at Quiante's defense. And in the pit of danger, Quiante instinctively manage to convert her water attribute into earth which dispelled William's attack.
This provoked Quiante, and as a counter attack she shot a spiral of a hundred icicle towards William. While William on a ready, he tried to block the attack by his inferno gates, a boulder of fiery fire covering him up front, and as the icicles draw near, he deployed his magic. But unfortunately, his casting spell failed and he's about to die. And in just a millimeter, the icicles are going to pierce him. Thankfully enough, Quiante was able to see through this and so in a flick of a hand the deadly icicles turned into liquid and it splashed through William's face causing him to drop dead on the floor.
"Seriously!? are you trying to kill yourself!?" Quiante yelled at William.
"Man, you're too impossible." William replied in awe.
Quiante reached out a hand and helped him stand up. The floors all wet and William looked ridiculously defeated.
"Now, how can you do that? Turning water instantly into earth? That's so amazing, Quiante!"
"Nah it's nothing compared to your sneak attack, dork head!"
"(laughs) Sorry, my bad. But anyways that was a good sport, Quiante."
"Sport?!"
"Oops! sorry I think I went too far. But can we do that again sometime?"
"Not on your mother's house, Will."
"Yes! I think I'm going to love you, Quiante! Umm... I mean, uh... to love you fighting... yes... not love you that you and me... engage or something..." William tries to explain.
"What're you talking about, Will?"
"Well, umm... you see... I uh... ahem, ahem! I uh..."
"You'll be engaged, Quiante."
WHAT?! MRS. ASHBURN WAS ALREADY HERE?! (Quiante thought)
"I-I'm sorry, I don't understand, Mrs. Ashburn."
"Your parents and I together with my husband, just talked about your engagement this morning. And guess what, they gave their blessings to the both of you! Congratulations my son!"
"Well... that's wonderful mom."
"And how about you Quiante? Isn't it magical my dear?"
WHAT!!!??? MAGICAL MY ASS!