[Conversation with God]

As this was being observed by Frederick, an individual came out looking for him.

"Good morning, Mr. Frederick. Today is a sunny day and a great event is taking place. Would you like me to guide you?"

He recognized this Young Man he was an official servant of his House. In previous days they had chatted lightly

"Good morning, Damien. Go and attend to other things, your help will be of no need to me. I recognize this place... More than I would like to."

"As you wish. I will retire for the time being. Good luck."

He retreated quickly, but had left him with one thought: His words struck him as odd... And even the familiarity demonstrated. The servants his Family used were specially trained by them: With a superior education but with a strict standard of conduct

But, finally, the doors presented themselves before him; A half-pointed arch, using the glass material as gates.

He had to enter and so he did. Inside he was greeted by a completely different atmosphere. Strange odors were in the air

And just like the atmosphere, the scene in front of him was also peculiar.

Many individuals were divided into small crowds chatting. Music was present, which was not noisy at all as it was of slow origin.

All the individuals were ostentatiously dressed. The men in elegant suits and the women in long dresses. Wearing perfumes and jewelry, presumably of great value.

Among these people were successful businessmen, celebrities of worldwide impact, politicians, and even the aristocracy itself.

They belonged to the upper strata of human society; from persuasive, dishonest, manipulative to... Idols

Federick did not pay much attention to these individuals but, instead, went to sit in a lonely spot in an available canteen.

Here, after sitting down, he displayed a behavior that was strange to him. His shoulders moved forward and his back adopted a negative posture.

He was nervous. So he decided to order some alcohol

"Bartender, a glass of high-quality wine, please."

The bartender, who was unoccupied, instantly adopted a smile. It was rare to be addressed with such a polite tone. The common thing was to receive scorn.

"At your orders, Gentleman."

And he even went to look for a good copy in the cellar that the Family had allowed him.

While waiting for the bartender to return with some wine, he noticed out of the corner of his eye as a familiar figure approached his position

"Hey! You've shown up after all this time, did they... clip your wings?"

This sentence came from a man of great height, favored in terms of attractiveness, but his greatest feature was short white hair but energetic

"Shut the fuck up, Darick" He reacted in an unkind manner. And even with certain degrees of anger mingling in his twitching voice.

The eyes of the individual identified as "Darick", opened uncharacteristically. Surprise shone in them. And his facial features had shortened a bit, revealing hints of discomfort and anger

"What did you say!" he had been at a loss for words. This was not his Cousin's usual way of expressing himself.

"Shut the fuck up, cunt. Go over there and play hide and seek. I'll be the seeker of the redundancy you call life."

Seeing the display of mockery and insults, he decided to turn away with an indignant snort.

All this theatrical play was watched by a woman of destructive appeal. Tall and slender, with a well-proportioned figure and a noble Swan's grace.

She slowly approached the canteen seats with a small smile. Addressing the crestfallen Frederick

¨Low spirits are not own you, love¨ Seductive words came from her soft lips.

Frederick gave his a glance out of the corner of his eye and immediately formulated a response "I don't need any kind of service today."

Still, with an uncomfortable smile, the Miss named Rebecca, addressed him again "It is not often you are seen in these moods. It troubled me in my sincerity."

A soft smile appeared on the recipient's face, such as the amusement it caused, that it caused him to lift it, condemning the creaking sound of wood against the floor, in one smooth motion

"I don't know what he found more value in, the plastic of your breasts or your so-called sincerity" The eye contact was clear, but not at all amusing. The height difference forced Frederick to expose him to a low, haughty gaze.

The girl upon encountering these comments, decided to turn away without rebuttal. She knew her cousin, she had no power whatsoever.

But just like that, she quickly went in another direction, into a crowd. Opening a conversation with a big smile, pleasant.

Frederick watched all this with a smile. He didn't need female appraisal or affection from a slut he had fucked, even though she was his cousin. Nobility and small print in the contract, recurrent.