3 (Chapter 3) Starting A New Story 3
Stella did exactly as Big M said, he watched the people live their lives until 4pm and then decided that heading back to the Fude house would be a good idea.
Luckily the homeless shelter was only half an hour away from the Fude shelter and he got there quickly.
"Grandson greets master." Stella announced his arrival as he knelt on the floor in front of Father Ku.
"Humph, good. Now, my son has gotten something for you. Since you have grown up you would need a job. It so seems that the company needs a new intern... Do you understand?" Father Ku says, which Stella slightly shivers.
"Yes master. This lowly servant understands." Stella said with surprise in his eyes.
Father Ku smiled. "Since you will be working under the company you will obviously be paid... But since you won't be needing the money... I believe half of it should be paid to me, don't you think?" Father Ku said.
Truly a heartless man. He is the chairman of one of the largest companies in the country and he is hiring an intern and taking away half his wages...
"Yes master." Stella replied, he was obviously happy with the fact he was being paid!
"Good, you will be starting on the weekend. I believe that is fine?" He said and then 'asked' in a 'polite' tone.
"Yes master." Stella replied again.
Father Ku waved him away and once again called for housekeeper We.
Stella was quite amazed at this development, he thought that getting money would be tough at first. But now they were giving him a job just like that...
Instead of Stella staying in his assigned room he went over back to the homeless shelter.
Along the way, Stella managed to convince a man to let him clean his car. He earned enough money to go get a wig...
Stella knew that if the Fude household let him go in a homeless shelter got out... There would be no way to salvage the situation. So he managed to buy a blonde wig and with some more dirt on his face. Looked so 'dashing'.
As Stella was smearing dirt on his face he was being watched by someone in a car...
"Master... Why did we stop?" A driver asked a man in the back.
"The scene was interesting." A cold voice came from behind.
'Jesus! Master is being peculiar today! Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed?' The driver thought but didn't dare voice.
Stella finished smearing himself with dirt and began to walk toward a ridiculously expensive car just parked on the road...
"That boy is coming over." The driver announced with a strange tone, it wasn't that he was scared of the boy but... The man behind him was staring at the boy with such a weird expression!
"I'm going on a walk." The man said as he opened the door.
'Master! You're going to make me cry today! *sob*'
Stella watched as a ridiculously handsome man exited the back of the car. His face was god's creation. While his physic passed his by leaps and bounds. His cold expression was the only thing that was plastered on his face as he looked at Stella in front of him.
"What is a servant of the Fude household doing here?" The man asked as he looked directly at Stella.
The driver's mouth gaped with surprise when he heard that 'Fude family servant! Ah, the logo on his clothes! Indeed... Why is he here?' The driver thought as he now had the same question as to his master.
"Smearing dirt on my face." Stella replied with a slight smile, his eyes exuding charisma.
"..." Yes we can see that!
The man looked at Stella even more, then into his eyes... "You... Work for me." The man announced all of a sudden.
"!!!" The driver almost chocked on his own blood when he heard that! His master could be stupid sometimes but you're trying to employ a servant of another household when you've met him once!
Stella didn't seem surprised at all. He walked over to some railings by the bridge and leaned on them. "No." He replied lazily.
The man's eyes went cold. "Why?" He asked, he didn't understand the problem.
"Who are you?" Stella asked with a smile.
"Mou Guillard. Who are you?" Mou replied and asked back.
"Stella." Was the response he got.
"Mmm, work for me." Mou said.
'FUCK ME! What am I listening to?' The driver wished he no longer had a brain so he could comprehend this conversation a bit better.
"No." Stella once again replied.
Mou's face went darker. "Why? The pay would be better than what you get right now?" He was making an offer... And he was being refused!
Stella lazily smiled, making the driver feel like he had just entered a sitcom. "I don't have the time in my day to work for you, I have school. Then I make money to pay for my placement at the homeless shelter. Then I need to go back to the Fude household." Stella replied as his gaze turned to Mou as geniuses do to others...
"Make time." Mou replied, making the driver want to cry.
"Mmm, what will I be doing?" Stella replied... Just like that?
'Didn't he just say he had no time? Now when master said to make the time he now accepted the offer? Please, mother, help me.'
"Personal assistant." Mou replied.
*Beep* The driver headbutted the steering wheel. 'Master! You're making someone who just said they are homeless your personal assistant? Did you breathe the wrong air today!?' The driver couldn't believe his ears today.
Stella smiled and lazily stood up straight. "Deal." Stella said as he took out his dirty hand to shake Mou's.
"!!!" The driver went pale from fright. If it was one thing master hated it was dirt!
Mou looked down at the hand... He felt like he wanted to wash away all that dirt... He took out his hand and grabbed Stella's "Deal." He coldly said.
'Shit. I'm on the sun today.' The driver couldn't take it anymore, how did his master just employ a homeless servant of the Fude family to be his personal assistant?
Mou took away his hand quickly, while Stella had a look of realization. "I never knew the all-mighty Mou Guillard had a fear of dirt." He teased with an 'affectionate' smile.
The driver had a shiver down his spine. 'Damn! The kid is ballsy I'll give him that!' He couldn't remember the last time his master even had a joke aimed at him.
Mou didn't pay it any attention and proceeded to take hand sanitizer out of pocket and try to rub the dirt... But hand sanitizer doesn't wash away dirt...
*Sigh* "I'll give you something." Stella sighed with such 'disappointment, and such an 'upset' tone as he searched his pockets.
Stella's smile radiated when he came across what he was looking for. He took out what seemed to be a dirty baby wipe... He walked over to Mou.
As Mou was non-stop wiping his hand he felt a grip around his hand. As a dirty baby wipe appeared to be washing the dirt away...
His face paled. He would forever be traumatized by the dirty baby wipe cleaning the dirt away from his hand...
The driver felt like ending his life right there. Since when did his master let people touch him!? Since when did he hire homeless people!? Since when did he not know what a fucking baby wipe was!? *Sigh* 'Such is the life of the rich.' The driver thought as he closed his eyes to not watch this embarrassment of a conversation between humans.
