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Lord Bramm Steevenzon, CEO of Steevenzon Real Estate.
A quiet, looming glukkon. He often hosts and even attends dinner parties, if the facility can accommodate for his 10’3” stature. His high social status and good reputation is very important to him, as is, of course, his riches.
help
Everything is under control.
Respectfully,
Lord Bramm Steevenzon, CEO of Steevenzon Real Estate inc.
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And so began the monthly extraction.
Edgar was fixed into the machine by Sir Howard, the Chronicler. The Mudokon butler was hung upside down by his ankles in the contraption, and then Madam Shelley pulled the lever.
The masters all stood back and watched the light show begin.
And thus Edgar was exposed to the usual agonising electric currents, high voltage surging through his veins. The mechanical whirring of the machine drowned out his cries and screams.
Tears fell and were being collected. Everything was normal, everything was expected.
Until suddenly, the suppressor implanted into the back of his neck began to release miniature sparks of the stored psychic energy, flickering out jots of pitch black.
Lord Bramm’s eyes widened slightly as he noticed something was wrong. “Shelley, please turn off the machine.” He said, looking down at the aged madam.
Edgar shrieked in torment as his energy was drained from his body, manifesting into aggressive forks of pitch black lightning, beginning to attack around the chamber.
“But Lord Br—”
“TURN IT OFF.” Boomed the colossal Glukkon as the Vykker hesitantly scurried towards the lever, grabbing it with all four hands.
Edgar couldn’t speak, think, or see. If he could have, despite everything, he would have warned Madam Shelley.
As she pulled the lever to cancel the tear extraction process, she was struck, by the final bolt, causing her to tumble over.
The other Steevenzons called her name, but she was unresponsive.
And that was the last that Edgar could remember as he faded out of consciousness.
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It was time for the monthly extraction. Something Edgar silently dreaded, but was accustomed to.
It was Madam Shelley who knocked on his door at around five in the morning. The butler hadn’t gotten a wink of rest, and there stood the aged stubby Vykker, tapping her lengthy nails on the door in a disorderly rhythm. “Ahem.” Her voice was shrill and unpleasant, like an out-of-tune violin. “Come on then! Out of bed, do not keep Lord Bramm waiting!” The Madam pressed impatiently, the exhausted Edgar rubbing his eyes as he clambered out of his makeshift bed.
“I am, terribly sorry, Madam.” The Mudokon apologised with a small bow of his head. Madam Shelley tutted in response, barely acknowledging the apology and folded her arms as she walked away. This had all happened countless times before, so Edgar didn’t need to be told to follow her. He had no time to dress himself; any delay on his part would cause him to be put through more pain, so he was more chilly than usual as he walked through the long corridors. Of course Madam Shelley didn’t walk down the stairs when they arrived to them; she used her stairlift, slowly descending while sneering at the Mudokon butler.
Some minutes later, Edgar entered the extraction chamber after Madam Shelley; the ones of importance had to be present in the room first to listen to Lord Bramm’s speech. A peculiar rule, but a rule nonetheless, and rules had to be strictly followed.
Edgar walked further into the room. The extraction chamber was an undecorated, long grey hall with a high ceiling- almost every ceiling in the manor was incredibly far up since they had to accommodate for the CEO’s towering frame. At the end of the hall was where his masters were; Sir Albert stood aside, Madam Shelley was by the lever, and next to Sir Howard was Lord Bramm. And there he stood, forebodingly, situated before the extractor, welcoming Edgar with a hardened glare.
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Dear Lord Steevenson:
Good day. I've heard news of a party being hosted at your estate, and I'm interested at the prospect of meeting you. I would feel humbled discussing your business together, and would be more than honored to have an article about it in The Daily Deception.
I hope to meet with you and your family, if you'll have me.
Cordially,
G.G. Garlickson, Owner of The Daily Deception
P.S. I do hope I'm not overstepping my bounds but, if invited, I request to bring my head writer so he may take notes for me. Thank you.
Dear G.G. Garlickson,
Very well. I shall send out an invitation for you, and it would be my pleasure to converse about business. After all, that is the main reason as to why I am arranging this dinner party. I courteously anticipate our meeting.
Respectfully,
Lord Bramm Steevenzon, CEO of Steevenzon Real Estate inc.
P.S. Your head writer is welcome; we acknowledge and respect that notes may wanted to be taken. However, please ensure that he does not venture anywhere unoccupied.
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hello Lord Steevenzon! You are very cool!! I heard you throw nice parties? Can I come? :)
Dear Kirah,
Thank you for contacting Us. Your request has been accepted, however we may need to speak with your boss. You are in Nolybab, if I am not mistaken. Would you be able to travel to the North? If not, and with your boss’s permission, we can make travel arrangements.
Respectfully,
Lord Bramm Steevenzon, CEO of Steevenzon Real Estate inc.
Lord Bramm... I can't tell if your face is kissable or punchable. Come closer so I we can find out. :)
Which ever you choose you shall be hearing from my lawyer.
Disrespectfully,
Lord Bramm Steevenzon, CEO of Steevenzon Real Estate inc.
