Chapter 70

"I guess the better question is why am I the only one here while you threatened the others and made them leave?" General Brian Greyson asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Careful General, I am not one of your subordinates," I said, sitting down at my desk and making myself comfortable. "You are here because you are not rotten, and that is apparently rare nowadays," I continued, looking at the man before me. "Now, what do you need from the House Gypsy."

Taking his own seat across from me he crossed his legs and rested his hands in his lap. "I don't know what House Gypsy is," he said, not realizing how much he had just told me.

"And that, in and of itself, is the biggest problem that you have," I rubbed my forehead. This mess kept getting worse and worse. "Alright. Let's keep it simple then. What is Jenny's legacy and what did she do for you?"

He should know the answer to that, right?

"That is classified," he grumbled.

"Wait…" I said startled, "Is it classified and so you can't tell me? Or is it classified and you don't know?" I asked alarm bells going off in my head. His silence spoke volumes. "Ok," I started, trying to unravel this latest knot.

"I was sent here by a superior to make sure that the other politicians did not get additional benefits that they were not subject to," confessed General Greyson.

"Generals have superiors?" I asked. I had always been under the impression that you can't go any higher than a general.

"Everyone has a superior," he returned, somewhat defensive. Thinking about what he said, he was right. In this society, everyone had a superior that they had to answer to, even the President.

"And what benefits did he ask for?" I continued, trying to figure out how deep the rot of House Gypsy went.

"No idea," he snapped. Okay then…

"What is he known for?" I asked. This was beginning to be a game of 20 questions and I was on the losing end. But if the politician was known for something, like being charismatic, kind, or a people person, then I could then determine what spell he was receiving from Jenny.

He looked at me like I just asked him to spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious while doing a song and dance. I rubbed my neck in exasperation. "Is he or she charming, can they leave people wanting more for no explainable reason?" I tried to think about what other spells I had found in Jenny's grimoire. "Is he or she richer than others in his situation?" I racked my brains.

I could not figure out the benefits between Jenny and the politicians. Why would she go out of her way to work with them? The General opened his eyes wide for a second before going back to a lazy posture. He had thought of something.

"What is it?" I demanded.

"Nothing that you need to worry about," he quickly replied. See, that was where he was wrong.

"I don't think you understand what you have gotten yourself into," I said, my teeth gritting as I tried to control my anger. "As of right now, I am trying to keep you alive, the others? Not so much. I suggest you tell me whatever it is that you know or think you know before the Hounds of Hell are released."

He scoffed at my words, "Hounds of Hell? Isn't that being a bit dramatic?"

I stood up from my desk and walked around until I was standing in front of him. "There are much, much worse things in this world than a pissed-off supervisor," I said, my voice coming out in a low hiss. "And you must have pissed off that supervisor some bad for them to send you into MY House without any warning, whatsoever."

He continued to look at me calmly as if not at all put out by what I said. Before I could open my mouth again, there was a knock on my study door.

"Come in," I said, returning to my original seat behind the oak monstrosity that was my desk.

I door entered and a young woman stepped inside. "My Queen," she began, giving me a slight bow and not even bothering to look at General Brian Greyson in the chair across from me. "The Van Helsing is here to speak to you."

I nodded my head, "Have him come in," I said, trying to figure out what on Earth he could possibly want that he couldn't wait until I got home tonight to ask. The woman nodded and quickly left the room.

General Greyson was about to stand up when my attention returned to him. "Let me put this in a language that you would understand," I said, a smile that was not a smile on my face. "You have not been dismissed yet. Sit back down… Sir."

The General looked at me a bit stunned but took his seat again. A few seconds later, there was a quick knock and the door opened again, letting in the young woman and Viktor. "Thank you, Stephanie," I said, quickly dismissing my personal assistant. Viktor insisted that I hire her after Mother disappeared and I officially took over the duties of Head of House.

The General started at Viktor before quickly coming to his feet. "Mr. Singer, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you," he said in a tone that I had not heard once in the two hours this man had been in my office. Viktor simply looked at the man before turning his attention back to me.

"Do I want to know?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and taking a seat beside the General.

"Apparently he pissed off his supervisor enough that he or she wants him dead," I said as I shrugged my shoulders. It was not my fault that he was given a death sentence, but I was a little ticked that they had tried to use my hand to kill him.