Late night research

After three hours into the night, John and Lily had finished their business and were meant to be asleep.

John watched his beautiful wife sleep and thought to himself about ways to make her happy.

'Just look at her right now... just look at her in that beautiful silk dress. Who else could brighten up the room with just their mere presence?'

There was just so much to do with little time given time.

He kissed his sleeping wife on her forehead and slowly reached for his bag.

Pulling out his laptop from his side bag next to the bed, he got off from the bed and went toward his wife's cosmetic table. He could still remember the day he bought that table for her seventy-four thousand dollars; it was a solid Italian hand-carved jewel-studded table. He really had come a long way from the place he grew up.

He had wasted enough time having fun, the night was young he needed to catch up on his project. After all Project E.F.x wasn't going to work on itself.

He had already sat down on the small two-thousand-dollar seat next to the table when he remembered that the light was on, and his wife would always wake up early if the lights were in the night, so he got up to turn it off. It was his wife that he cared for the most.

John could feel his stomach growling.

He stepped out the door and headed down the stairs for a little late-night snack.

Deciding halfway down the stairs that he wanted to work downstairs while eating he went back to the room to go retrieve his laptop.

After about two minutes he had retrieved his laptop and was down his spiraling staircase. That saying of people not appreciating what they had until it was gone was different for John because every single second, he was thankful for all that he had, but mostly for his wife.

He set his laptop down in his living room; the awe of this specific mansion was too great to not be surprised.

The light blue couch with a high-end smart cushion in it, the marble table made with rare hardwood pillars, the large center table, the overall paintings, artwork design textures, and pure gold and diamonds laying on the wall.

He was surprised that not one of his workers had stolen from him yet.

He went to his personal wine fridge to pull out a 1995-aged Turkish delight, heavy grapes fermentation with a deep scent of heaven on earth fragrance.

As the strong smell entered his nose it gave him a view of the world and how beautiful it was. After all, it could birth goddesses like his wife and find a way to bring them together.

He also got homemade bread from the bread cabinet, just a little piece though as not to feel heavy.

He grabbed a glass, then put them all on a tray and went back to his couch setting the tray on the nearest marble side table, opened the laptop, and got ready to work.

Project E.F.x in its mostly primitive form.

So far, he had brought in mitosis and meiosis into his work finding ways of physically splitting cells with genetic splicers and markers and also artificial trackers to track the process in the case of any genetic mutations like superpowers.

He lost it and started laughing.

"What a joke", he said to himself as he went further into probes and ways that his work could be put into effect. 

If this worked, he could save the world from heartbreaks like what his wife was passing through, create artificial selection processes on newborns eliminating diseases and viruses, save endangered animals from extinction, or even bring downright extinct creatures back to life.

This made him smile again.

Just thinking about how happy he and his wife will be when they carry a newborn in their arms.

"Maybe I should tell Mr. Tom to start newborn child shopping, after all, we have four rooms that were made to accommodate the four children, we hope to one day have."

He just realized that he was going insane talking to himself in the middle of the night with no one in sight.

He needed a minute break all this work was giving him a headache, and he temporarily put his laptop away.

Reaching for the side table he grabbed the unopened wine and popped it open, grabbed the glass cup, and poured out a full cup for himself.

Shaking the cup in a way that only wine drinkers could explain, he would always tell his wife that it was to mix the flavors evenly.

He took a sip.

And there it was.

The feeling he was waiting for, the splendidness of a drink, the true essence of wine.

"Hmmm mmm, damn it this is fantastic."

He looked at the name of the wine 'Marcels, made in South Asia', he knew very well that he had to buy the company.

He would buy that company.

He remembered that he had promised to meet his friends in the office, but he couldn't his wife needed him the most.

With all this lovey-dovey going on with him, his wife was far worse all she wanted was to spend time with her dear husband, but he was always busy.

He looked at his laptop screen to see the time and it was already three thirty in the morning he had to go do his daily morning jug.

He took the last sip from his glass, ate his bread, and put away the rest of it.

He was a man of wine, so he knew how to handle unfinished wine, his special wine corks. He gently put the plastic cork that said 'Dome' on it on the tip of the wine glass and put the wine back into the special wine fridge, washed the cup, and put it all back into place.

He spectated the places he had visited previously in the night, and they were all clean. 

By the time he had finished all this, it was four o'clock on the dot, it was time for the kitchen staff to awake and start their duties.

John had packed his laptop and was headed up the stairs when he the voice of an elder "Good morning Sire, late night?"

"Yes, Good morning Mr. Tom, how was your night?"

"Very comfortable" 

"Good to hear"

"Tell the staff to prepare a medium rare stake cooked in under one sixty with light butter on top, some mashed potatoes cooked with compound butter, and it should be served with the wine that i remained this morning."

"Would that be all Mr. Dome?"

"Yes, that will be all Mr. Tom"

John walked up the stairs majestically and changed out of his nightwear into his jogging shirt, his loose white shirt, and a pair of one thousand-dollar running shoes.

He then walked out to take a jog outside the mansion.

...

When he returned, he took a shower and changed into a red robe that probably cost more than most cars.

Authentic French fur, red and elegant.

He went to bed next to his wife awaiting the day to finally become bright.