Solo Role Playing: I Can See The Plot

A Maggot [3]

"That disgusting whore!" Fulgran exclaimed and smashed all the items inside his room. He swept his table and dropped all the glass decorations on it.

Everyone outside, the maids and the boys, flinched in surprise as they heard how the young master was shouting in infuriating. They couldn't do anything; they just stood there and waited for an order.

Later on, a person came in front of the door. It was a man in his late 40s, with a slightly off-built, bumpy stomach and less developed biceps. He then approached a maid and asked after she bowed to greet him.

"What happened to the young master? Why is he so enraged?"

"I don't know, sir. He suddenly became like that after his visit to the lower district. Please forgive me."

The man nodded and just went back to the door. He let out a sigh, then knocked on the door.

'Lower district? Was it about the bitch he was following around? Did he finally confront her, but was rejected, and thus become this way? Pathetic. But I can use this opportunity to pull the young master's affections to my side. He is one-of-a-kind of a stupid bastard after all.'

"What! I already said, go away!" Fulgran exclaimed.

"Young master, it is me, Johnass."

"Johnass? My father's previous secretary?"

Johnass was indeed Fulgran's father's previous secretary but was demoted to the head butler position. Even with his still higher position, Johnass wasn't content with it, making him decide to pull Fulgran and make him his boss.

Since Fulgran was soon to be the heir, if he stood by his side, he would have a higher position later on.

"Yes, young master. Can you please open the door?" Johnass asked.

"No! I won't open the door! Go away!"

Johnass only sighed, then left the door dejected.

'A brat is still a brat. But I can use this chance to approach the master since I have an excuse to ask for an assignment. Well... it is not hard to handle some bitches from the lower district. If the young master wanted to have revenge on them, I could orchestrate it.'

With a grin on his face, Johnass went to the master's room but arrived there when the master wasn't present. He again let out a sigh and made another assessment.

'Perhaps the mistress could do something. If not, then I should wait for the master to arrive soon.'

He decided to leave the door of the master's room, but before he could do so, the current secretary arrived.

"Oh, Senior Johnass, what are you doing in front of the master's door?"

The current secretary arrived. He was also a man, but in his mid-20s, which was half his age. He also wore eyeglasses accompanied by his well-groomed hair.

"It is nothing for you, sir secretary. I am here to send a report to the master, so please don't postpone or become a hindrance to my work."

"Oh, I see... You are the head butler now... But with your appearance, it seems you are lower than a head butler."

Johnass clenched his fist as soon as he heard that mockery from the secretary. However, even with how infuriated he was, he contained himself and stopped himself from punching the secretary.

"It is none of your business."

***

"Master... I worry about the young master... I think we should do something to make him feel better." Johnass uttered to a man in his 40's.

The man let out a sigh and then said, "What do you think I should do? Listen to Fulgran's cry? Do whatever it takes. I don't care about that bitch's family as long as the reputation of the family won't be tarnished." The master said.

Johnass secretly grinned as he felt delighted by the sentiments of the master. He was too overjoyed by the fact that he would do something again that would get the master's attention. But even so, he hoped that this event would be his stepping stone.

"Master, if I succeed in this, can I have a request?"

"What is it?"

"Please let me be the young master's secretary. I ask for your permission."

For a few seconds, the master was silent, then he looked at Johnass from the shadows. He then smiled.

"Of course, you can be. But it isn't on my decision; work for it and ask Fulgran about that matter."

Johnass smiled and bowed at the master, saying, "Thank you very much for trusting me again, Master."

The master only clicked his tongue and shooed Johnass away.

"You may leave now."

Johnass bowed again and left the room. He met the secretary on the way and just rolled his eyes as he made his way back to Fulgran's room. It was now quiet, and the yells had stopped.

He felt that it was the right time to approach Fulgran again, as he might have cooled down from minutes of shouting in anger. Then, he approached the door and knocked.

"Young master, I have a better idea to ease your anger. Would you like to hear it?"

There were no replies to his question, but he didn't lose hope as a minute later, the door slowly opened with Fulgran's solemn face.

He eyed Johnass and then said, "What can you do?"

"Can I please enter the room first?"

"Get inside."

Fulgran went to his bed and sat on it. He was still facing Johnass, waiting for his words to be heard.

"What can you do?" Fulgran asked again.

Johnass cleared his throat first before establishing his idea. Then, later on, he took Fulgran's attention.

"Do you think it is okay to leave them be? The master has already given me permission to move against that bitch, and I am only waiting for your call."

Fulgran was silent. He didn't respond for a few seconds, then Johnass continued his words.

"We can make them suffer. They have nothing, and we have everything they don't. Making her family suffer would make her regret what he had just done, and when the time comes, she will come begging to you, you can do everything you want."

Slowly, a grin appeared on Fulgran's face. He seemed to be entertaining the idea in his head as he looked at Fulgran with an intrigued expression.

"I... like that idea. That bitch just got on my nerves, and I don't care if she is pretty. There are still plenty of girls out there that would surely like me because I have everything that others don't." Fulgran mumbled.

"That is the right expression, young master. Please don't be saddened by that whore. She'll regret her decisions."