Master was just one of many. But there was still an overlord’s identity I needed to solidify, gather evidence against. It was the last piece of information I needed to finally get out.I’m so close. So fucking close. All I have to do is get Monaco over with, then I’ll get back to it. It’s alright. Just a few more days. Several days. That’s it.
“Sir, the client is in the office.” His voice startled me, so I turned around, scanning the hall for where he’d come from. “Uh. Sorry, sir, I was by the elevators, waiting for you to wake.” Everyone but Master always called me Sir because I hated the name Tristan. I hated that he'd taken everything, even my name.
I sighed. The kid was young and clueless, but at least he was trying. “Good morning, Manolo. Yes. I know. Let’s go.”
“Will you like me to get your breakfast now or after the meeting?”
I looked at my phone. Indeed, he’d wasted all my time.Motherfucker! I need to punch something to death.“After is fine.”
“Of course, sir.” He followed me as I walked through the maze that was this building. Most people took the elevator, but I always took the stairs unless I was transporting a slave.
I’d managed to only train one to two girls per year. This was my only one this year, and I intended to keep it that way. Since my girls always sold the highest, Master thought it fair I only had as many as I wanted. Besides, he preferred to have me by his side than to see me with a girl. It was yet another form of torture. He knew I wasn’t attracted at all to boys. My cock never really hardened for him or any other man the way it did for the women. Yes, I would come sometimes, I wasn’t fucking dead, but it was without even getting a decent erection. It was yet another reason he was the top and me the bottom.
The meeting had taken longer than I anticipated. The idiot buying the poor girl was trying to lower her cost after he’d agreed to it. Nothing pissed me off like a cheap idiot. Between Master’s clingy bullshit in the morning and the asshole I’d just threatened into signing everything, I had to pump out some rage, so I changed clothes in the locker room, then got on the treadmill while listening to Rage Against the Machine. After running ten miles, I was exhausted enough to deal with people again. I showered again, then as I was returning to my office, I calledfor Ben to meet me outside where I was sure there weren't any cameras to hear our conversation, and texted Master.
Me:I’m sorry. I can’t join you for lunch, but I’ll get off early. I promise.
Master:… … …
As I walked out of the building, the texting stopped, which meant he was pissed.Oh fucking well.I rolled my eyes. When I was about to start texting again to appease him, I saw Ben walking out of the building toward me. He was the closest thing I'd ever had to a friend.
“Hey! How’s it going? I heard through the grapevine you wanted to see me?” Ben greeted.
I smiled and walked up to him to pat each other’s backs once. “How are you?” I asked.
“Do you want the truth or…”
“Honestly, unless it’s Defcon level 500 and you can shave off all the petty drama and there’s nothing else you can do to fix it, I don’t want to hear it.”
He chuckled. “Bad morning, huh?”
I faked a grin, making him laugh harder.
“Oh, man… I don’t envy you. I bet it’s like having an ugly wife.”
“I sighed. I wouldn’t know.” I shrugged and looked down at the mess on my desk, then cleared a spot where I could rest my elbows and forearms. “Listen. I’m gonna need a bunch of favors from you.” The smile melted off his face. “It’s nothing that bad.”
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.” His palm covered his heart. The exaggerated breathing and gesture drew my first chuckle of the day.
“No. I’m going to Monaco in a week.”
“Fuck. Go on.”
“Yeah. How difficult would it be to break into the security cameras in the hotel and replace footageifI needed you to?”
“It’s doable.” He shrugged.
“You wouldn’t need to be there?”
“No.”
“Okay. I’ll keep in touch with you, then. He wants me to be with Mael for some stupid party. I feel a setup coming on. I don’t know.”
“I get it. Chance favors the prepared mind and all.”
“Exactly.”
“Phew… Dude, I thought you were gonna tell me you were gonna hack me.”
