So, I must the king was some crazy devil of some sort. Well, he had to be, right?
I was welcomed warmly by the staff. As I sat in the office on the top floor, I knew I had gotten into a mess I might never be able to escape.
I knew nothing about financial management. When Jeffrey narrated it all, I knew there was no way I could revitalize this mine and bring the money lost in this mine.
"If he stole money and other things, how is that my fault?" I groaned. "He should be the person returning all her stole. I don't even have anything to do with the money made during the period of the loss."
Jeffrey said nothing but bowed his head looking like he was the guilty person who stole money and the crazy diamond thread the mine that I knew nothing about.
"Why didn't you stop him?" I was forced to ask as I knew there was no way he did not know about it when my stepbrother stole the money.
"I was not here when it happened," he replied solemnly I could not believe his claim.
"Then who was here? I would like to meet the person. If we could get the money from where he saved it, it save me the stress they are about to put me through."
"You should not bother about that," a voice came from the door I did not realize was left open. "He would not be able to remember anything even if you find him. I have a way to help you out."
I looked . . . no more glared at the man who walked in dressed like he was enjoying himself here in my office. The first buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up.
"I was sent here ahead of the king. He wants me to confirm the rumors. He wants to know if the damage is as much as they said," he informed me when I remained silent.
"I don't need your help. You could not help as you are on the king's side," I told him seriously. Why would the king's brother want to help me?
"You are so naïve. it is cute but also dangerous. You don't seem to have any idea about why you were sent here. By the time the king comes, the loss would have been announced to him formally.
"He will be here to hold the person responsible accountable. You would be the person at the top of the ladder when he arrives. You take the blame for all that has happened in the past."
He was lying, right? I did not want to believe what he said after all he was not someone I could trust. He might be doing this to trap me so that he can get what he wants from me.
"Could you please excuse me?" I asked him looking at the door behind him.
"You are so foolish at this moment, it pisses me off. "Your step-brother planned this with your father," he continued trying so hard to persuade me.
"There is no way that could be attained. I was not here when the losses happened so my brother will get punished for it," I replied firmly.
"That is what you think. Could you stop being foolish? If you are foolish, I will not be able to help you."
"I never asked for your help, you can leave," I ordered without an ounce of respect towards the great king's brother. He did that to me . . . you know what I mean right?
Argh! This is so annoying. I don't want to say it directly. Okay . . . he . . . he tried to kiss me. Okay, I said it. It was so difficult but I did. Kudos to me.
He wanted me, sexually and I was no longer bi. From the moment he attempted that, I became as straight as a pole. Do you believe that? I think I do, so, do you?
I was a guy and although I have never done that, I was trying to be the ideal son of my father, I have seen boys manipulate girls into getting what they want, dates, and many more.
If I accept his help, I will not be able to get out of it. It will be a painful death. Well, I guess that conclusion was a little extreme but it was not an impossibility.
It could come as a threat for me to be with him or I die. That is another crazy assumption, right? I guess after moving into this world, my imagination has reached its peak.
I should consider having a serious career as a writer, you know what I mean, right?
The overall conclusion of the matter is that I should run as far as I can away from him. No businesses, nothing that could tie me to him.
"You are very foolish and childish." He looked like he was getting impatient with my refusal as he exhaled before raking his finger through his hair.
He roughened the clean-looking black hair. I smiled and shook my head.
"No, I am being very mature right now. You should see yourself out the door, I will not accompany you," I did not hesitate to tell him with enough sarcasm to make him angry enough to leave.
He began walking to the door and I had begun exhaling until he stopped and I held my breath. Please go. Come on!
"You will regret it later. When you need to speak with me, I will be waiting in the office opposite. You will also have to deal with seeing me every day since it seems you are very repulsive of my presence," he disclosed before walking out of the door.
He walked out and closed the door. I could finally exhale but wait . . . did he just say something about me seeing him every day?
ARGH!!! This had to be some sort of nightmare to be awakened from.
"Get me all the documents about this issue," I ordered Jeffrey as I had to find a way to prove him wrong. I do not trust him but that did not I trusted my family. They could use me as a scapegoat but I had to find a way out of it.
When Jeffrey returned and I went through the document, I was losing my mind. Those numbers on the book seemed to be escaping the pages and dancing before my eyes.
I groaned and placed the documents on my desk. Perhaps my cat will know something, hopefully, she does.