– WHY DID YOU DO THAT?
"Screamed Madame Craperse. He's your only child, your son, an alpha male, how could you accept that he became a vulgar omega, a whore?"
She was hitting her Marie with her bag, stamping her feet like a little girl who had been refused a sweet.
They were alone with their lawyer and driver in the underground car park right next to the exit.
– woman shut up, do you prefer that he goes to prison, or that he is free, we will have time to interrupt the treatment before the 4 weeks pass, you have ruined this child, I now have to find someone credible so that this judge will accept him.
He leans back against the car and takes out a cigar.
The lawyer should hurry and light it up.
"Sir," Luc murmured, "this judge is playing tricks on us. We lost despite the agreement. I suppose we'll have to move to plan B once this problem is resolved."
- Yes
And a puff of white smoke emerged
"My son will be able to come home," sang the mother, "we're going, I have someone we can pay to settle the matter."
She walks around the car and gets in the back, pushing a strand of hair back.
"Woman, not everything can be solved with money; we need someone real and influential. Don't follow me and go home," Mr. Craperse sighed, tired, cut his cigar, and put the rest in his jacket.
– So we can seeRodvich vinceHe is married, very rich and important, we make a deal and that's it.
She snuggled into her seat and took out a bottle of wine.
Craperse, at his wit's end, opens the car door and snatches the bottle from his wife's hands.
– Do you really think everything is that easy?
– Yes, nothing is impossible for my husband
– you are hopeless, he may very well refuse, as you say he is very rich and influential, and above all has more serious problems than ours, he doesn't have our time.
And he put the bottle of wine back in its place. Before taking his seat beside her
– It's a shame for him if he refuses; we have plenty of other rich and important friends.
She took out her lipstick and applied a coat to her lips.
Muh~, bise
The driver closed the door behind the gentleman and ran to get in on the driver's side, while Luc was content to watch his employers leave.
"Shall we go to his place first?" asked Mrs. Craperse, applying makeup to her nose.
– we'll do all that the next day
– ARE YOU KIDDING ME? MY CHILD WON'T SPEND A SINGLE NIGHT IN PRISON.DRIVER WE ARE GOING IMMEDIATELY TO THE RODVICH RESIDENCE, RIGHT AWAY.
– AllRight away, madam
"YES, hurry up," she whispered, putting away her makeup.
"A hopeless, badly behaved child, look what I have to do now," Mr. Craperse muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose, and tugged at his tie with one hand to free himself.
"He's your only son, our only baby who survived, a real male, I raised him to be a leader," Mrs. Craperse whispered.
ending the discussion
The journey continues in a deathly silence where the two lovers avoid each other's gaze, each revising their scene to force this young heir to accept their more than twisted agreements.
The car stopped in front of a large iron fence that looked like a sculpture in marble, and in front of it stood two rows of men in black.
The driver approached a small opening
"I'm driving the CRAPERSE family," the driver whispered to the man sitting inside the small room.
– you can pass
The two large metal doors open like two large wings, allowing the car to enter the house.
Magnificent, a splendid flower garden of every color stood along the driveway, offering a majestic spectacle of flower sculpture during the 10-minute drive that led to the main residence hidden in this dreamy cotton.
Facing them, the car skirted a water fountain so majestic that if the fountain of youth had existed it would be compared to this marvel, whether it was a residence or an art museum.
The journey finally ended, the driver hurried and opened the door for his employer.
"I would always be impressed by this house, a true paradise. We could also buy a new house here," stated Mrs. Craperse.
"That's not why we came all this way. Let's sort out our problems first," Mr. Craperse sighed, his expression very stern.
They advanced, arm in arm, and were greeted by the housekeeper.
"Welcome, please follow me, I'll show you to the living room while we wait for you, sir," murmured the housekeeper.
"Thank you, I hope we're not disturbing anything," Mr. Craperse whispered.
Upon entering the living room
– Please make yourself comfortable. What would you prefer to drink while you wait: water, tea, or wine? And if you wish, you are welcome to join us for dinner.
"No thank you, we're in quite a hurry, call your master," ordered Madame Craperse, waving her hands away.
– credit!
She was discreetly beaten by her husband.
"Sorry, excuse her, and thank you for the invitation, but we'll have to decline," murmured Mr. Craperse, in a softer voice.
"It's nothing, I'll leave you now," interrupted the housekeeper.
She turned around and left the room
"Why can't you stop opening your mouth? Have you forgotten your etiquette?" Mr. Craperse muttered furiously.
– she's wasting our time-
"Good evening," the man interrupted.
The young master of the house, the famous "Vince"
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Craperse, what brings you such a late visit?" murmured the handsome man with the delicate voice, and invited them to shave.
I heard about your son, I sympathize with your pain.
"He's not dead, why are you sympathizing?" murmured Madame Craperse so weakly.
CRAPERSE glared at her
Thank you for seeing us. That's precisely why we came. I won't waste your time. We would like you to be our guarantor, a sort of "master," and in exchange, our son will marry your wife's younger sister.
He paused
"HHAAAAA, Mr. Vince," Mr. Craperse sighed, his hands clasped.
"I beg you to grant us this favor; you would be obligated to nothing, just until my son is released and this defamatory affair is over," stated Mrs. Craperse.
Vince stood up as if ready to leave, touched by these concealed dives.
"Please, please, listen to me!" cried Mr. Craperse. "I'm ready to do anything to get your help, a free agreement, anything you want. He's my only son, please understand!"
– have pity on an innocent person, you understand us, you know how hard it is to have a child, murmured Mrs. CRAPERSE, wiping away the non-existent tears around her eyes, put yourself in our shoes, of course if you had a child you would do everything for him.
She knew how to press where it hurt
Silence
And Vince Arca gave a slight smile, tense but happy, and turned around.
- All right.
– but you know I'm risking my reputation
"Yes, what do you want in return?" murmured Mr. Craperse. "We'd do anything, nothing would tarnish your reputation. I'd even take away his cards."
No, not so easily. If he regains his freedom so easily because of me, the media will panic and invent stories from scratch. My position would be that he accepts his punishment and serves at least three years in prison to tip the scales in his favor. After that, he can keep a low profile, work like an honest man, and perhaps live a normal life.
"NEVER! YOU'RE SICK, BABY! YOU THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE? NONSENSE!" yelled Mrs. Craperse.
She stood up and grabbed her bag
– SICK, INFERTILE
She launched herself, her lips trembling, aiming further than her husband; she wanted to crush him, reclaim her dignity, and then...
she rushed out