now i rule you too.
( so her
entry sample makes a little more sense )
The butler leads him into a spacious, picturesque room with a spectacular view of the garden through wide, open windows. He shifts nervously, his low sense of self esteem made even lower at the sheer amount of
wealth the room screams, and here he is wearing an old, stained hoodie and jeans with too many holes worn through. The butler, a tall man made even taller with his nose held so high in the air, takes him to a table placed in the center of the room. It's a quaint little set up— fancy tablecloth with handcrafted doilies, and a pristine China ware set up for tea. He takes the seat offered to him, swallowing quietly before he finally gets the nerve to look up.
August smiles for him, pretty and charming. "It's nice to meet you, Timothy," she says, stunning him even more when he realizes she knows his name. But of course she'd know his name. He wouldn't be here right now if she didn't already know everything there is to know about him.
"I.. I heard you had.. stuff," he murmurs under his breath, sparing a glance towards the butler waiting dutifully by the door.
"The drugs, Timothy?" August asks, her pretty voice ringing out clear in the room.
Timothy flinches, looking to the butler again, but the man hardly even bats an eye. "Yeah," he says, swallowing again. "Yeah, that."
"I might," says August, carefully smoothing her napkin over her lap. "I'm afraid it really all depends on you."
Timothy blinks at her. "Me?"
"Mmhmm," says August sweetly. "You see, I have a bit of a problem, Timothy, and I'm afraid you're the only one who can help me."
"I am?" Timothy asks, gaping.
"Yes," says August, a bit of her patience slipping. But she still smiles for him, soft and charming. "You see, there have been rumors that my Vice President has been sleeping with an awful lot of men. It's absolutely shameful."
"You want me to check out if it's true or not?" asks Timothy, thinking he's caught on.
"Oh no," laughs August, a soft chuckle behind a dainty little hand. Her smile is still soft, but her eyes are sharp as he meets them. "I need you to make sure it's true."
