Refreshed and invigorated, I changed into fresh training gear and headed to the expansive gym nestled within the mansion. The rhythmic sound of punches landing on the heavy bag echoed through the room as I threw myself into a demanding training regimen. Each movement—precise and calculated—burned through the tension in my muscles, leaving behind a gratifying ache.
A towel hung around my neck, I walked to the office after another quick shower.
The sleek, modern decor of my office offered no surprise; the usual, towering stacks of paperwork awaited, the lifeblood of The Agnes Foundation's tireless efforts.
The Agnes Foundation, also known as Agnes Enterprises or Agnes Corps, held a position of immense power. Not unlike Wayne Enterprises, it was a global force, its influence weaving through all corners of society.
The Agnes Foundation. A name whispered with reverence alongside giants like Wayne Enterprises. Founded by a brilliant prodigy at the tender age of just seven, The Agnes Foundation rose to prominence in a remarkably short time.
Estelle, a pillar of unwavering support and discretion, became the public face of the organization. Meanwhile, a young mastermind worked tirelessly behind the scenes, orchestrating The Agnes Foundation's phenomenal growth.
Within a year, it rivaled Wayne Enterprises in its impact. A year later, the truth was strategically revealed, solidifying The Agnes Foundation's position as a powerhouse for good, and leaving the world to marvel at the exceptional young mind behind it all.
That young mastermind was none other than me.
Undeterred by the sheer volume of work, I settled into my office chair, pen poised. Hours melted away as I navigated the complexities of the Foundation's projects. The clock chimed four, breaking the focused silence. A knock on the door jolted me back to the present.
"In," I called, keeping my eyes on the document before me.
The door creaked open, revealing a familiar face. It was Neo, a bright-eyed six-year-old with a shock of dark blue hair that mirrored his eyes. Unlike the Agnes name I bore, life for him wasn't one of inherited wealth. He was one of the maids' children, a vibrant spark within the confines of the mansion.
Within the Agnes estate, there was a dedicated annex for the staff. Unlike a typical servants' quarters, it resembled a five-star hotel. Some of the maids, like Neo's mother, couldn't afford childcare or preferred the convenience of the on-site facility. The estate allowed the children a certain freedom, their laughter and youthful energy a welcome contrast to the often-serious world I inhabited.
However, Neo was a special case. His mother had died in a car crash when he was young. So, Estelle adopted him. Since then, Neo stayed in the mansion. He wasn't lonely of course. He had the other children to play with him.
He was also one of the children responsible for sending the mansion on fire.
Others among the staff were college students, drawn by the competitive salary and comfortable living quarters.
Regardless of their reasons for staying, each member of the staff contributes something unique. They bring a warmth and vibrancy that fills these halls with more than just the echoes of power. It's a reminder that within these walls, there's laughter, there's family, and there's a life richer than any business deal.
It was normal for any kid of the mansion to come inside and do what they want quietly. They are well aware of the responsibilities I have and how busy I am. So they simply just come in and go as they please without making much disturbance. Small talk and the little breaks I take in-between works are for other trivial things to take a break like taking a walk in the garden or playing with the children.
A small voice broke the silence. Neo stood fidgeting by the plush sofa, his bright blue eyes filled with a hesitant worry.
"How was school today, Neo?" I asked, setting down my pen and offering him a warm smile.
He shuffled toward the sofa and perched on the edge, a stark contrast to his usual boundless energy. "Well," he began, scuffing his shoes against the rug, "there was this girl..."
I leaned back in my chair, giving him my full attention.
He continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "Some kid was mean to her, pulling her hair even though she told him to stop. The teacher didn't do anything, just said 'kids these days' and walked away." His small fists clenched, the indignation clear in his voice. "So... I got into a fight."
My amusement piqued. Neo, the ever-cheerful boy Estelle trained in self-defense, was known for his gentle nature and remarkable control. Seeing him so fired up was unexpected.
"A fight, huh?" I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at my lips.
"Did you win?" I asked, leaning forward in my chair with a hint of amusement sparkling in my eyes. "Knowing Estelle's training, I bet you showed that bully a thing or two." The last part was phrased more as a statement than a question, a playful jab knowing Neo's skills.
When Neo's mother died when he was young, Neo was adopted by Estelle. Naturally, he was welcomed in the Agnes Household. Everyone was capable to a great extent. Every single maid was highly trained in martial arts, including their children. Knowing Gotham, I made it mandatory for martial arts. Not knowing how to do trivial things is fine, you can always do something else. But knowing how to fight was compulsory.
When Neo was adopted by Estelle, of course he was taught by the best - me and Estelle. Estelle noticed he had potential, so he received formal education by Estelle from when he was three.
Being six years old, he already mastered and learnt whatever a high school student is learning in AP.
Neo's face flushed a bright red, a mixture of shyness and pride. He scuffed his shoes against the rug again, mumbling, "Well, yeah. But it wasn't, like, a big fight. More like... I just kind of, uh..."
He trailed off, unable to meet your gaze. The image of a determined Neo, perhaps a bit smaller than his opponent, standing up for the girl was heartwarming.
"Just kind of what, Neo?" I prompted gently, a smile softening your features. I knew pushing wouldn't get me the whole story, so I decided to play it cool and let him build up his confidence.
He took a deep breath, finally looking up with a determined glint in his eyes. "I just kind of... showed him what happens when you mess with people weaker than you." His voice held a newfound confidence, a hint of bravado that made me chuckle.
"Sounds like someone learned a valuable lesson today," I said, reaching out to ruffle his hair playfully. "Not just about fighting, but about standing up for what's right."
Neo beamed; his earlier worry replaced by a sense of accomplishment. Perhaps the fight wasn't a glorious brawl, but it was a small act of courage that resonated with him.
"So, what'd the teacher say after that?" I asked, curious to see how the situation unfolded.
Neo's chest puffed out a little with pride at your praise. "Well, the bully ran off crying," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "And then the teacher finally came over and... well, she wasn't happy." His smile faltered slightly.
"Uh oh," I said, feigning concern. "Sounds like someone might be in a bit of trouble."
Neo nodded glumly. "Yeah, she said I have to go see the principal with... Estelle." His eyes widened in realization. "Oh no, I forgot to tell Estelle! She's gonna be so mad!"
A wave of amusement washed over me. The thought of the stoic and disciplined Estelle being summoned to the principal's office because of Neo's good deed was an image I couldn't resist.
There was no way in hell would Estelle give a shit about the Principal's words.
Instead, she'd end up suing them with bloodlust.
"Don't worry, Neo," I reassured him, a playful glint in your eyes. "I'm sure Estelle can handle a little trip to the principal's office. Besides, she wouldn't want you to face this alone, would she?"
Neo's face brightened again. "No, of course not!" He hopped off the sofa, a renewed sense of determination in his step. "I should go find her then. Thanks, Y/n!"
He raced out of the office, leaving me with a smile on my face. The day's work seemed a little less daunting now, replaced by a warmth that filled the luxurious room.
I looked at the time. It was 8 pm.
A knock came.
It was Estelle.
"Madam," She stood with an unwavering posture, professionalism radiating from her as I got up. "It is time."
"Yes, I know."
"We must prepare for The Royal Ball."
End of Chapter VI
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