Chapter 3
The day of the royal ball at Club Hel was here and Jackson, Thompson and Johnson were running poor Smith ragged with all types of errands.
"Smith! Press my suit!"
"Smith! Shine my tie clip!"
"Smith! Clean my sunglasses!"
As Smith was going about his duties, the other agents primped in front of the mirror in their Armani tuxedos. Johnson turned to Thompson.
"Do these pants make my ass look fat?" Johnson asked his fellow agent.
"Do you really want my honest opinion?" Thompson said as he raised an eyebrow from behind his dark shades.
"So what are you saying? Are you implying that I have a fat ass?" Johnson asked as he drew out his gun and pointed at Thompson's temple.
Jackson entered the room.
"Gentlemen! We have a royal ball to attend tonight. Now I suggest you two put your little petty differences aside. Besides it is rumored that Princess Kestra is looking for a husband and it would not do any good if the both of you got into a gunfight. It would be best if we made a good first impression on the royal family." Jackson told them.
"Yes Jackson." They both said.
And then he left the room. Johnson put his gun back in his holster and turned to Thompson.
"Bitch." He said under his breath to Thompson.
"Takes on to know one." Johnson responded.
Jackson popped his head back into the room.
"Knock it off you two!"
The two agents fell silent and continued with their preparations for the ball. Smith continued his chores around the building. But today, he did them at light speed in hopes of getting to go to the royal ball with his fellow agents. It was close to that time where the limo would pick them up and Smith was nowhere near ready. By the time they were ready to go, Jackson had one more thing for him to do.
"Tough luck Smith." Jackson said.
Smith looked a little sad. Jackson handed him a tall stack of what looked to be 1000 files.
"I forgot to tell you that these files all have to be in alphabetical order and they have be done by tomorrow morning." Jackson told him with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
"I'll get right on it." Smith responded sadly as he took the large stack of files from Jackson.
"Yeah it's too bad you can't go to the ball with us Smith." Thompson said sarcastically.
"Maybe next time when the Princess has another ball." Johnson said.
"That is ... if there is a next time." Jackson sneered.
The three men walked out laughing leaving Smith alone to sort files. Jackson poked his head back in and said one last thing to Smith before they left.
"We'll be sure to tell the Princess hello for you." Jackson said mockingly.
He set the files on his desk. Their laughter faded into the street as Smith walked to the window and watched them get into their stretch limo. He let out a loud sigh.
"I wish that was me instead of them right now." He said out loud to himself.
"Why do you put up with those assholes?" Asked a male voice behind him.
Smith quickly turned around to see a young man with short jet black hair, sunglasses and a long black jacket that went to his ankles.
"Who are you? And how did you get in here?" He demanded.
"Let's just say I'm someone who is here to help you get to the ball tonight."
"Yeah right. How am I supposed to get to the ball when I have all these files to do?" Smith asked the strange young man.
"It's already taken care of." The young man told him.
He turned around and just like the young man said the files on his desk were already done and in alphabetical order. He looked at the pile in disbelief.
"This would have taken me all night."
"Exactly."
"But how?" Smith asked as he raised one eyebrow.
"Never mind how." Said the young man.
"Huh?" Smith was now confused.
"You heard what I said, the important thing right now is getting your ass to that ball."
"You still didn't answer my question. Who are you?"
"You can kind of say that I'm kind of like your fairy god father, but much younger and way better looking. You can call me Neo."
"Neo?"
"Well don't just stand there with your mouth wide open dude! You have a hot date with a princess! Now move your ass!"