“Yes, Sir, crystal clear,” I say, nodding.
“Very well, I want you to go out there and get me a story on pets, entertainment, or restaurants; I don’t give a fuck. But, first, I need to see your work, and then we would see if you have what it takes to write investigation reports on the city beat, crime, or politics,” David huffs, leaning back into his chair, with a smirk.
I turn my fingers into my palm straighten my shoulders because I’ll be damn if he sees how stupid he makes me feel. No, he makes me mad, and I hate that he’s condescending. The man is a big brute, a narcissistic buffoon. The way I see it, he just challenged me to prove him wrong. I’m not a stupid young girl.
“Understood, I’ll get on it,” I say, nodding, turning my lips up in a small smile, closing down any emotion from my eyes.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about, now run along and get gone. I want a story by the end of day tomorrow,’ David scoffs, leaning forward, resting his forearms on the desk.
“Yes, sir,” I say, nodding, pushing off the chair.
I walk out of his office, thinking of a good story.
Hell!
Now I need to get a fucking great story.
Four
Konstantin
The next day.
I push the shower door open, stepping onto the marbled floor grabbing the black towel. I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist.
Fuck!
I feel so damn weak, I don’t feel up to my full power, and I wonder if I need to increase partaking of the ambrosia.
I run my fingers through my long wavy black hair to gather it in a tight ponytail wrapping the black leather strip. Next, I take care of my beard, trimming it close to my face.
I need to hurry; I can’t keep my Sire waiting and the
Bloody hell!
I need to stop talking with the English accent and slang.
Fuck!
Yeah, I’ve been working in the City Of Sin in Las Vegas ever since I switched with Sasha, the London branch of the Kozlov’s empire.
I pull on my black wool slacks, white button-up shirt, and my socks. I slide my black leather shoes on, grabbing my cell, keys, and wallet. I then take my long black wool coat from my bed, sliding it on looking around my room. It’s a huge room decorated in black wood furniture, with burgundy and black bedding.
Sometimes I wish that I still had a valet, it’s so much easier, but I stopped having valet’s when I decided to live a simpler lifestyle.
I gather my cell, keys, and wallet teleport to the portal.
“Kon, you look terrible,” Vlad scoffs, looking at Dionisie.
“Yeah, I’m feeling weak, but I’m drinking the ambrosia,” I say, pulling out my cigarette silver case from my wool coat inside my pocket. I pull out the cigarette, light it, and inhale deeply, looking at Dionisie.
The cigarettes will not cause any harm; it’s just an enjoyable pleasure that helps with the stress.
“Well fuck, I’ve been feeling weak. Bro gives me a stick,” Dionisie says, taking the cigarette stick from my silver cigarette case.
“That’s interesting because I feel that my powers have been low,” Vlad says, raising his forehead looking at the sun.
“Hell, it must be that fucking curse; it has to be,” I say, rubbing my neck.
