Chap. 16
Creed pours the alcohol, while Percival calmly sat in front of Creed's desk. His posture perfect, and so was Ace's, who was sited beside him. They were in character. They had to be, to keep themselves alive around him.
"Business is a crucial thing in my life," He drinks down the whole cup down, and sits it on the table, "Yet, I don't think you understand the importance of my business, Mr. Tux."
Percival, Mr. Tux, slouched a little back. Percival had no idea were he got the name from. But it really seemed to fit his character. "Mr. Creed, of course I do, I know all about you business, isn't that right, Jasmine?" Ace's eyes looked over coldly at him, and nodded, "Mr. Creed, you truly are slacking on your protection of your business. I've heard some have tried searching for your secrets."
Creed narrowed his eyes at the two, they were young, but strong. He glanced at the girl called, Jasmine. Such a pretty name for such a deadly silent girl. What was she hiding? He could break her, if he knew what she was hiding. He turned to, Mr. Tux, he had sharp eyes to Creed that meant he could lie. That seemed dangerous territory, and Creed was already in that territory with another minster. Mr. Blowhole. He needed absolute trust.
"Your statement would be true, but how do you know about my secrets?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.
"I, and Jasmine have many ways of finding things out." Ace smiled, at how Percival could trick Creed so easily. It was a hard thing to do if you didn't know how to act with him, but he was really doing it. She could see it in Creed's eyes he was falling for it, but not just yet. There has to be a test that she, and Percival will have to do to get his official trust.
Usually, Creed's test were always hard to pass, Ariadne would know. She had to earn his trust, but she always did fail at the end. Now, though, she could pass it with flying colors. Anything, she could do just to get the revenge she needed.
"So, what do you want?" He asks bitterly, honestly he didn't have time for this.
Percival smiles, "Only to help you, sir."
"Why would anyone help me?" He sneers, being honest. If anyone knew of his actual stature of his business, no one would help him.
"You just can't admit you need it." Jasmine, who was Ace in disguise, said, "You need protection."
"And she speaks." Creed looks at her, she was a beautiful girl. What was the saying: Looks can kill? Yes, yes, that would be it. She could kill. She already had. He could see it in her eyes. Engagement. Yes, looks can kill. "You know, you have those eyes."
"Those eyes?" Percival asked, having a protectiveness sounding to his voice.
Ace smirked wildly at Mr. Tux, "Don't be jealous."
Percival didn't blush, but held his breath from saying anything back. She would pay for that. She was having fun with this, maybe a little too much. It worried him, that she too could go off into the deep end like him. He needed someone to be the stable one in the plan, and Ariadne was it. At least, that's what he thought.
At first when they walk into his office, and saw him. He could tell that she wanted to rip him piece by piece. Her eyes full of vengeance, and hostile. Her eyes were like daggers cutting deep into the person she was looking at, making anyone cringe with pain. Now, she seemed more mellow, and playing the game well. Being the seductive Jasmine, he needed for the role.
He just worried about her.
"Those eyes just reminded me of someone," Ace knew who Creed was talking about, and it was her, "Beside the point, I need trust, and it can't be said with your mouth."
Percival, and Ace knew his exact thoughts: He needed proof of trust. Mr. Tux grins a fake smile, "What do you want us to do?" Percival knew were this was heading, and he was pretty sure Ariadne knew. They had to do this...They have to be Creed's puppets till the tables are turned.
They had to be patient.
"Isn't it obvious? It's what you two are made to do right?" They both nodded regretfully, they knew what path they were heading on. The path they really wanted to stay hidden from, but to get the truth, and revenge...There was a cost to be made. A deadly one.
Creed looked at the two with a dead face, "Kill, of course."
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