Chapter 6

Back in Death City, Barren Kartovyan, a renowned mob boss and Babysh drug lord, meets with the Seans in Death Tower, the tallest building in Death City. Devising a plan to build an army of their new hybrid, they plot to wage war with multiple kingdoms. Unaware of Liz's whereabouts and Lisa's knowledge/evidence of the crime, Barren and the Seans continue to the next step of their nefarious plan; mass-producing Mirrora, (their name for the Mirrond/Quora hybrid.

Death Tower, Central Death City

"Greetings Mr. Kartovyan", Joseph Sean waved. "Hayloo, Mr. Sean. Pleasure to meet you in person", I returned. "Nice security you have, Mr. Kartovyan. I would suggest you inform your men to greet us more politely next time, that is, if you don't want us to suspend our contract", Chelsea Sean threatened with a fake kindness in her voice. "Oh, many apologies dear", I assured her sarcastically.

Wealthy royalty like the Seans always have this superior sense of entitlement that makes me want to crush their skulls. I watched closely as Chelsea scanned my office with a judgemental expression on her face. Realizing that I was watching her she said, "You know, Cenic Marble flooring is not very tasteful, that would have looked better on the pillars". "The place came like this when I purchased it", I replied, grimacing out of irritation. "Most wealthy folk would renovate the place to their liking, I see you have low standards, which makes me have less respect for you Mr. Kartovyan", she continued in her posh, Polarish accent. "Your respect for me is irrelevant to our agreement. I need only your scientists and lab, otherwise I would have no need for you", I responded with a smug expression.

Chelsea held back her tongue and threw me a dirty look with an insincere smile. "Well, shall we sit down?", Joseph broke the quiet. "Yes, we shall", I agreed, sitting down behind my desk. "Are these really the chairs you expect us to sit in?", Chelsea questioned with a disgusted look on her face. "Now, now darling, we shan't be rude. These chairs are completely fine", Joseph mediated, looking at his wife, then at me for approval.

Looking as if she was forcing herself to do something mortifying, Chelsea hesitantly seated herself in my Baftalene leather chairs. "Now", I stated, with a hint of irritation in my tone, ready to snap Chelsea's neck, "Let's discuss how we will reproduce this hybrid on a large scale".

3 Hours Later

"Very well Mr. Kartovyan, we will see our way out. Have a wonderful rest of your day!", Joseph bowed his head respectfully. "You as well Mr. Sean", I said. "Call me Joseph", he offered. "Of course, and farewell to you Chelsea", I answered, turning my gaze to Chelsea. "I didn't give you permission to call me that", she replied, slamming the door with a grim expression of disapproval. 

I was filling with irritation of her attitude but if I wanted to keep this lucrative deal going, I would have to keep my cool around her. 

I walked back to my desk to finish some paperwork when my phone began to buzz. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw a text from Joseph saying, "I apologize for the unpleasant interaction and my wife's insolence, to make it up to you, would you mind joining us at the Aamferci Dining Palace downtown for a nice meal at 40 o'clock?".

Feeling the heat in my face simmering down, I felt it was best to keep things amiable between us and replied, "It is no problem at all, but I accept your apology and would love to have dinner with the two of you. Also, is it okay if I bring my wife Davila along?". I sat for a few minutes before receiving a concise response, "Gladly!". I was unsure of what emotions he held behind that as I know my wife and Chelsea did not get along the first time we met.

I finished my work a couple of hours later and quickly glanced at my watch, '38:26'. I figured I'd better get going to have enough time for my wife to get ready and make it to dinner on time, so I gathered my coat and called my chauffeur to be at the front entrance in 3 minutes. Whilst heading down in the elevator, I called my wife. It rang a few times before she picked up, "Hello dear love, how did the meeting go?", her sensual Babysh accent sang through the phone. "Very well my love. The Seans offered to take us to dinner this evening, we must be there at 40' and I promised to bring you along", I answered. "Oh baby really!? I'll be ready in less than an hour, though I'll have to call my hairstylist if I want to look my best for you", she replied with a sweet sensuality in her tone. "Don't take too long fixing yourself up, you look dazzling with or without it my love", I continued. "Oooh! Sugar baby, honey bunch, I love you, mwah! See in a few", her voice rang through the phone before hanging up. 

The elevator dinged as the doors slid open on the main floor and I strode out toward the main entrance with a sharp expression.

The moment I stepped outside I could hear all of the city rumble in the air; so loud and intense. As I walked down the long gray pathway from the building's doors to the main entrance's towering wall, my sleek black limo came into view, with my chauffeur in it. Approaching the car my chauffeur greeted me, "Good evening Mr. Kartovyan, where would you like to go?". "Good Evening Philip, take me back to the apartment, please", I answered. "Very well!", he said, opening the door.

"You seem to be in a good mood, do you have plans?", he asked, trying to make small talk. "Yes, dinner with the Seans", I replied, with a hint of joy in my voice. "Wow, that is a rare opportunity. The Seans are one of the wealthiest families in the world, and King and Queen of Sean City at that!", he continued proudly. "No Philip, it is a rare opportunity to feast with me, I am one of the richest and most powerful men on the planet", I returned boastfully. "Right, of course, that is uh… what I meant to say", he murmured. 

The rest of the ride was quiet until Philip came to a slow stop, parking in the garage. "Well sir, I'll be waiting for you", he spoke happily. Without reply, I jumped out of the car and walked to the elevator.

Once I got to the top, I heard chattering muffled in the distance. Stepping into the bathroom, the hairdresser peered at me, "Please do not interrupt, I need to focus". Ignoring her irritant voice I walked over to Davila. "Hey baby, I'm almost done okay. You should go get dressed in the meantime", she suggested, the same voluptuousness in her voice. Nodding, I quietly walked out of the bathroom and into my closet.

Picking out a good suit to impress the Seans was tough. I know I have nothing to prove, I'm already filthy rich, but some part of me wanted to impress them. I imagined smirking at Chelsea's smug face when Davila walked in. "Love, you almost done? Wait you haven't even picked out a suit!", she yelled in disbelief. "Here let me pick for you", she offered, her hips moving in such fluid motion as she shuffled through my clothes. I decided to stand closer to her, hugging her back. "Baby, now's not the time, you know I want to", she turned me down. "That's fine, we can skip the dinner", I offered with a deep passion in my tone. "No no no my love, we must go. I want a chance to make a better second impression on Chelsea", she continued, pursing her lips as she turned around to look at me. "Alright my dear, I'll get dressed. Go finish getting ready", I reluctantly let her go. She smiled sensually at me as she dragged herself out of the room.

Half an hour later, I stood by the door waiting for her. Popping her head out of the hallway she hid the rest of her body. "Ready to see the finished product?", she asked, looking confident. "Why wouldn't I?", I grinned. Her whole figure came into view as she walked side to side on her glossy red heels. "You look gorgeous my queen", I complimented. She threw a blinding smile as she lifted her hand for me to kiss. "Let's go my love", I said, guiding her out the door.

1 Hour Later

A few minutes late, we pulled up to the Aamferci Dining Palace. A long waiting line stood as we approached the entrance. "Good evening! Do you have a reservation?", the host greeted us. "For Joseph Sean", I assumed. "Right this way", he said, guiding us through multiple dining rooms. "Please?", he asked, waving into the elevator. We both nodded as we got in. "Your table is over there", he pointed to a table in the far corner where a certain pale, red-headed woman and blonde man sat. "Thank you", I bowed in appreciation. "Of course fine sir", he returned. My wife looked at me dreadfully as we made our way over to the table. "Barren and Davila!", Joseph shouted cheerfully, his wife simply smiling politely. "It's nice to meet you again Chelsea", my wife offered her hand to shake. "No thanks, I don't make physical contact, but it's nice to see you as well", she curled her lip in disdain. I noticed Davila overlook her impudence as she took her seat next to me.

"So-", Joseph started when he was cut off by the waitress, "Hello, my name is Charlice and I'll be your waiter for tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?". "Uh, yes, I will have a bottle of Chardonnay and some water for the both of us", Joseph gestured to his wife, seemingly unbothered by being interrupted. "And for you two?", she turned her attention to Davila and I. "Margarita please?", my wife spoke first. "And a glass of your best wine for me please", I added. "Alright, I'll be back with those drinks in a few", the waitress said with a big smile on her face, taking off at the speed of light.

"As I was going to say, how have you two been?", Joseph asked looking at me for a response. I must have misunderstood something because I thought this was a business dinner, not casual. Davila nudged me in the arm as if to answer. "Well, very well. The kids are on vacation in Candia, so we get some alone time for a few weeks. How about yourselves?", I said, turning to Chelsea for a response. She looked back at me as if that wasn't going to get her to speak, so Joseph jumped in to avoid silence, "Wonderful! This experiment has been much fun for the both of us. We recently celebrated our daughter Faith's birthday and we were thinking of inviting you both and your kids if you'd like, to come to our other daughter Jesabelle's birthday?". "Well, he thought that would be a good idea, I personally think we should keep this relationship professional to avoid problems", Chelsea finally decided to chime in.

Glancing at each other, Davila and I replied, "We'd love to come, the kids as well". "Oh goody!", Chelsea spoke sarcastically, contempt evident on her face. "When is it?", my wife asked Joseph. "In Donecir, a couple of months away, no need to rush your decision", Chelsea answered for Joseph, moving into Davila's view. "Great! Trust me, we won't be changing our minds, we'd love to come", Davila beamed. 

"Sorry for the wait", the waitress popped up. "No problem", Joseph assured her. "Here's your Chardonnay sir, and your margarita miss", she said, placing the bottle in front of Joseph and Chelsea and handing my wife her glass. "And you requested our best wine, here it is, the Leverlei", she fancied her words placing the glass in front of me. "Thank you very much!", Davila smiled at the waitress. "Enjoy! I'll be back in a bit to take your orders", the waitress said enthusiastically.

We sat in silence for a minute, all taking sips of our drinks. "Mm!", my wife smiled in satisfaction at the margarita. "This wine is exquisite", I spoke, looking at Joseph for acknowledgment. "I agree, although we have different wines", he accorded. "I'm definitely "enjoying this water over here", Chelsea chimed in sarcastically. "You could have chosen something else if you wanted", Joseph tried to appease her. "No, water's fine, it's all I deserve apparently", she turned her head away from him. "You didn't speak so I took the liberty of choosing for the both of us. You can have some wine if you want?", Joseph continued his conciliation. "I don't like Chardonnay, you of all people should know that", Chelsea complained.

"You should be grateful your husband took you to dinner at all", my wife butted in foolishly. I put my hand against as if to tell her to stop. "Excuse me!? Grateful!? That's what I should be!? I am a queen, I will be catered too without hesitation, a thank you is what I should be getting!", Chelsea boomed. "A queen should be very appreciative! I am my huband's queen and I receive everything he presents me with gladness and thanks", Davila yelled back. "Enough, Davila. Leave her be", I intervened. "Yeah, listen to your husband trophy wife", Chelsea said spitefully. "Trophy wife!?", Davila shouted in utter disbelief, standing up instantly. "Ladies, please!", Joseph pleaded. "Shut the f*** up Joe!" Chelsea screamed at Joseph. "You better apologize before I rip off that cheap weave of yours", Davila demanded. "Not. a. chance. in. hell", Chelsea spat back. "Sit the f*** down Chelsea, you will respect my wife", I interjected with rage in my eyes. "I will not, nor will I respect a thieving wh***!" Chelsea shouted.

I could see my wife in complete shock at Chelsea's words. It was almost as if she wanted to say this the moment we met. "You seriously think she's a loyal wife? Any fool could tell by the skimpy dress she's wearing that she's a homewrecker. I wouldn't be surprised if she went after my husband too", she added, a disdainful grimace on her face. Without hesitation, Davila slapped Chelsea across the face with a crackling smack. "You don't know my husband or me, so keep your mouth shut you old hag", she snapped at her. Chelsea's eyes grew wide with rage, her hair practically standing up on her head. I noticed people in our dining room staring at the scene we caused. "Joseph, we're leaving", she finally said. "I am very sorry" Joseph started. "Not another word, let's go!", Chelsea shouted furiously. Storming off to the elevator, Joseph followed closely behind her.

"Can we go home?", Davila asked, avoiding eye contact with me and clenching her fists. "Yes, I think we've had enough drama for tonight", I answered solemnly.