Chapter 3: Chapter 3
"Mr. Carter, sit down." I insist.
"Thank you…um, Mr. Godfrey, er… call me Lucas." He mumbles.
I get lost in thought. This guy is wearing a crisp formal shirt, with a shiny black tie and black trousers. Simple, but formal. Oh, and his shoes, they seem to be artificial leather.
Why not authentic leather, Lucas? I can really take care of you.
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Stop it, Godfrey. My subconscious snarls at me. I push aside my salacious thoughts as I sit on a chair, looking as normal as I can. I hope he hasn't caught me ogling him.
"So, Lucas. You have graduated from Harvard and you have majors in economics. You excellent in computer science. You have tremendous potential here. Why do you want this job?" I ask him, as professionally as I can.
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"Um…Mr. Godfrey, your company works to make the world a better place. Making new inventions, creating new ideas, which help the nation. I want to contribute to that." He manages to say.
I don't know why, but I suddenly can't figure out what to say. What has gotten into me? I am becoming indecisive. That ain't a good sign.
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"Call me Damian." I mumble.
Where the fuck did that come from? He gives me an awkward smile and nods. Jesus, this guy is shy.
"How do you think that my company makes the world a better place?" I ask.
"I know that a huge part of your money goes to charity where your rescue ships and helicopters help eradicate world hunger. Your new project—" His voice is intoxicating and so is his smell. I barely pay attention to what he's saying. Suddenly he gasps and says, "Sir, are you okay?" I pull myself out of my misery and say, "Excuse me. I need to check my phone." I rush to a secluded corner in the vast room and take out my phone. The reflection shows that, veins started to appear underneath my eyes, my pupils have dilated and my irises have changed to a darker shade of red.
Fuck. When have I started loosing control?
I try to fix myself and normalise. I walk back to my seat and smile at him.
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"I didn't follow. But why did you come to Vegas?"
"After I graduated, Vegas seemed to be the perfect place, Damian." Oh. I see.
He said my name! The way he pressed his lips while saying my name is just sexy.
I give him a slow, sexy smirk.
"Oh, a beautiful guy in a beautiful place." He flashes beet red and runs his hand through his brown ruffled hair. I'm glad that he's not oblivious to my charms. I take out my phone and call Natalie. I'm hungry and his smell triggered it.
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"Mr. Godfrey, how can I help you?" She sounds busy.
"Natalie, bring me a cup of coffee and my favourite drink."
"Right away, sir." I hang up.
There's an awkward tension in between us, so I decide to break the silence.
"What are your hobbies?"
"I don't know. Painting, books." He smiles.
Bashful painter and reader type, eh?
That's when Natalie scurries into the room and hands me a glass of red liquid and places the cup of coffee on the desk and leaves.
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I give Lucas the cup of coffee and our hands meet for a fraction of second, and he stills.
Yes! He's affected my me! Hope is still there.
What hope are you talking about, Godfrey? My subconscious is glaring at me.
Don't mess with the staff. My brain reminds me. I take a long sip of liquid from my glass as he asks,"What are you drinking?"
I didn't need to justify my actions to anyone for centuries, and I don't have the habit to.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone