In the conference room, a meeting between occupants was being held. The four Steevenzons, sitting around a large table, were all feeling mixed emotions. The atmosphere was tense, the air was heavy as Madam Shelley adjusted the bandages around her head.
“I say we just replace ‘im. He ain’t that good anyway.” Sir Albert spoke up, breaking the silence. Lord Bramm sighed lowly as he greeted the smaller Glukkon’s bold eyes with a harsh glare.
“…You know full well why that is off the table, Albert.” Lord Bramm said. “Mr Percival is a rare catch. With proper discipline-”
“How much do we need to torture the git before he gets it though?!” Sir Albert spat, casually interrupting the Lord. Sir Howard shared a glance with the injured Madam Shelley.
Lord Bramm fell quiet for a few long seconds. “First of all, Albert, do not talk over me. Show some respect.” Scolded the giant Glukkon as Sir Albert sunk into his chair. “Second, the punishments do not only serve as a means to deter him from misbehaving, but they also keep him in order. It reminds us how strong he is to endure all of this pain, and why we need to keep him around.”
“So strong, yeah! Just look what ‘e did to Shells!” Sir Albert exclaimed sarcastically. Madam Shelley rested her chin on her hand and looked away as she widened her eyes, and Sir Howard folded his long hands on the table; they were silently agreeing with Sir Albert; but they wouldn’t dare admit it.
“Excuse me?” Lord Bramm responded. “How dare you use that tone.”
Albert scoffed, “Even Lenore knew her place. We never would have had this problem with her.”
A deafening silence filled the room once more as the tension thickened. Chilling air rushed through the room at the mere mention of that name. “We do not talk about her.” Lord Bramm said slowly. “And remember that she was not a housekeeper like Mr Percival, you just decided to treat her like a slave because of her species. In addition, we had other issues with her that we do not speak about. End of.”
Sir Howard slowly turned towards Lord Bramm. “My Lord, I have a suggestion regarding Edgar.” The Chronicler said, the colossal Glukkon turning his head to listen. “We could definitely be stricter with him. He could be watched 24/7 by L3N0R3 and have less time to indulge in our facilities, such as the library. When he is not cooking or cleaning, he can be locked in his quarters instead of having permission to roam the manor freely.”
Lord Bramm looked down in thought as the others nodded at the idea. “A fine suggestion, thank you, Sir Howard… I will put it into consideration.” He said. “Madam Shelley, contact Gadgetz Laboratory tomorrow and inquire about an electric-resistant suppressor. Remember to file a complaint also; you have been injured and their faulty technology is partially to blame.”
“Will do, Brammy!” Madam Shelley grinned and cackled slightly. “I’ll tell them to make it extra painful for him too!”
Lord Bramm slowly rose from his seat. “Very good. Anyway, that will be all. You are all dismissed.”
Edgar took his ear away from the door.
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