The Demon Bares His Fangs
The Demon Bares His Fangs
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The smiling demon walked away from the scene and went to the reception. He showed his business card to the man behind the counter.
"I'm Samuel Silvana, and I have witnessed one of this company's workers assaulting another person. By law, I have the right to demand your security video feed."
When the smiling demon spoke, the man finally realized that there was someone talking to him. He was occupied with watching his boss' son making a scene at the company's entrance.
"Ah, y-yes." The man had to agree and handed the lawyer a drive that contained the video of what had just occurred.
After Samuel took the drive, he turned and went back to the entrance. Dave was angrily staring at both the security guard and Douche-Guy. He had no idea what was going on, sure he did play him dirty, but Douche-Guy didn't have to get physical.
"Mr. Webb, I was coming here to have a meeting with your father, but it seems that your sense of hospitality is rather vulgar," Samuel spoke his words calmly and confidently.
Douche-Guy turned, when he saw Samuel Silvana, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Sorry for this. He's just some homeless bastard, you don't need to bother with him. Follow me I can take you to my father. We can begin with our meeting."
Samuel Silvana frowned, 'Was this guy really that dull? He could have at least respected Dave as a friend of Skeletal. But now he actually dared to call him a homeless bastard right after assaulting him?'
Samuel Silvana was actually baffled at the denseness of this kid. He was too idiotic to realize that his actions were nothing more than washing his own neck and sharpening the guillotine with his very hands.
"Fucking asshole!" Zoe blew up. "Why the fuck did you hit Davey when he is injured?"
"Zoe, mind your tongue," Samuel spoke calmly, however deep down he approved of his niece's cursing, this person perfectly fit the term asshole.
Only now did Douche-Guy notice that Zoe had arrived with Samuel Silvana. He then turned to Dave, and a few scenarios began spinning in his head. The last time he had seen Zoe, she had been with Dave, she had been clinging to him like she was his girlfriend. Other than that, Zoe had admitted that she was indeed the infamous Lone Arrow, a fact confirmed by the bartender who had overheard and spoke of it at the Underground club.
Lone Arrow always accompanied Skeletal. And now, this was the second time he saw Zoe accompanying Dave.
Could it be…?
Yet he immediately shook the idea out of his mind. It was impossible for such a low life scrub to be the famous Skeletal. Though he hated the undead, especially for what he had done to him, he still respected his reputation. As for this low life? Not in a lifetime would he ever do so. He didn't deserve to be lumped with the Elites.
"It's just a misunderstanding between him and me. But if he is accompanying you, I can make an exception and allow him to come into the building. He'll have to wait in the hall though." Douche-Guy didn't like Dave, but he had to give the Silvana lawyer a bit of respect and let him enter the building.
"Who the fu-.." Zoe stopped, she was about to use another 'bad word', instead she corrected herself, "Who do you think you are to stop or allow Davey to go in?"
"Huh? Are you blind, I'm the company CEO's son!" Douche-Guy blew up. He was feeling more and more irritated at being belittled, especially in front of so many employees who were watching what was going on.
Just as Samuel was about to say something, the elevator opened, and an old man hastily came out running.
"JOHN! What the hell are you doing?!" The man roared out. The veins on his forehead were bulging, threatening to pop. This kid was causing him so much trouble that he felt one day he would be the end of him.
"Dad. There's nothing serious. Just a misunderstanding," Douche-Guy replied, trying to calm his father.
Samuel didn't think that way, the moment he saw the CEO he planned to turn this into a major scene. Making scenes was always good for his business, and he excelled at it.
"Misunderstanding?" Samuel scoffed, "I fail to see how verbally assaulting my client, shaming him in front of people and physically assaulting him while he is still in recovery can just be called a misunderstanding!"
The expressions on the Demon Barristers face were different from before. His face showed no emotion, yet at the same time, his face looked cold and serious.
When the word 'Client' was uttered, John Webb felt like he was doused with a bucket of ice-cold water. He didn't dare turn and look at Dave. The word 'Client' had very, very serious implications.
Mainly because the reason for the meeting today with Mr.Silvana was to meet his 'Client.' The client who was also known in the game as 'Mr. Skeletal.'
The scenarios that had turned in Johnathan Webb's head a few moments ago resurfaced, only this time, the face of Dave replaced that of Mr. Skeletal. This made Dave's human face a hundred times more terrifying than the undead Skeletal's draugr face.
"Client?" the old man uttered as he noticed Dave standing outside the building.
"You mean?"
"Yes. It's about time everyone knew," Samuel turned and looked at Dave meaningfully.
"Yeah. I don't really care anymore. It was tough to keep it hidden early when I started playing but now... I'm an 'Elite,'" Dave emphasised the last words but his tone and voice had a hint of mockery clearly aimed at Douche-Guy.
"Very well. Then, for all to know, my client David Ruster, also known in the game of Conquest as Mr. Skeletal is currently the majority shareholder of your company Sigma-Electronics. As for you, Mr Johnathan Webb, you had the audacity to prevent him from entering his own work place. Furthermore you dared to assault him verbally and physically in my presence."
"These alone are more than enough reasons for me to file a civil lawsuit and make you pay through the teeth for all the damage you caused my client, or in other words, your real boss!" Samuel said these words slowly and uttered them with complete clarity for all to hear.
Douche-Guy was stunned, for a long while he could only listen, but his lips couldn't move to defend himself. He had nothing. There was nothing for him to say to make this right.
If the ground could split open and swallow him, he would gladly accept such a fate. If this was nothing but a nightmare, this would have also been fine. But this nightmare felt very real… too real. He didn't need to pinch himself to know that the real nightmare had just begun and it was going to last for the rest of his life.
A single-action in the midst of his tantrum had caused this very person who was supposed to have a bright future ahead of him, to see nothing but a dark and deep maddening abyss swallowing this prospect.
His road toward taking over the company had been destroyed, demolished by a gigantic meteor. And this meteor had the face of David Ruster.
Johnathan Webb's father was also stunned. His son, his only son, had always been a cause of trouble, still he could not help but dote on him. His son always thought himself the best amongst his peers. Even though his father knew that there were many that were far ahead of him on the social ladder, he never did anything to make his son feel inferior. Alas this may have led to him developing a superiority complex. One which made Johnathan Webb take the wrong turns many times in life.
It may have started when finding out about his fiancée's EX, a low life scrub who he wanted to crush. Perhaps it was then that his twisted personality revealed itself to the world. For the first time in his life John had actually felt inferior to anybody. He could not stomach the thought that his 'Beautiful' Anna used to fancy someone else. As dumb as it sounded, it was nevertheless true.
Then on their next encounter, he saw Dave accompanied by influential people, like the famous Caitlin Giovanni, Zoe Silvana, or even Vanessa Shrind. Yet the final straw had been when Mr. Skeletal claimed that he was Dave's friend. Why couldn't his own circle of friends be as powerful?
While John Webb suffered his existential crisis, his father did not fare any better. He had concluded that it was his own mistake for not raising his son any better. Yet who would have thought it could ever bite him in the ass in such a way? Unfortunately it was too late for regrets. The future of the company would be ruined the moment this case went to court.
Assaulting a majority shareholder? Inside the very building they worked in? That's nothing short of an economic and social suicide!
"Wait!" John's father shouted. His face showed deep fright and panic. He couldn't allow for this to happen. His son couldn't go to court. He couldn't be put on trial. He knew of the Demon's capabilities. Sending his son to jail would be as easy as twisting his hand. That was not something his son could take.
"You can't go to court! We can settle. I know you need the rest of the shares I'm willing to sell to your client!!!"
"Oh, that was quick," Dave muttered. He was actually surprised at how the situation had turned. They had come here with some dirt on the Webbs to get them to sell, but it seemed that they wouldn't be needing them. There was no need to get into arguments and conflict in the meeting. This was going all too damn well for Dave to believe.
"Yes. It's usually this way in the grown ups world, kid. But there is one thing Mr. Jason Webb seems to be forgetting. Do you know why they call me the Demon?"
Samuel Silvana turned to face Jason Webb. He had a smile that wasn't a smile plastered on his face, before he slowly continued, "If I go after something, I'll take it all. See you in court!"
The words fell down like the decree of a god. The Demon Barrister turned and led Zoe and Dave out of the building, leaving Jason Webb shocked and stunned. His knees soon turned weak, and his vision became blurry. Jason Webb fainted, falling face first to the ground.