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The two of them started bickering.
I ignored them and shot off a text to Marty: “Any updates on the Santa investigation?”
I’d asked him months ago to figure out who had stolen Santa’s magic. But there hadn’t been any news yet. I was happy to signwhatever contract Nigel wanted. But I needed to find Santa’s kidnapper ASAP so I could get my magic back and not have to rely on Nigel to do magic for me. I didn’t like this weak feeling in my chest. I wanted to go back to feeling like me. Well, like me without a flaming genie penis. God, I couldn’t wait to fuck Ash.
Marty texted me back: “I’m close. I have two more leads to track down. I should have an answer for you this afternoon.”
“Ready for this?” asked Nigel.
I looked up.
He slowly dragged the mouse and clicked on Word. The whole thing took several minutes. Why was he moving so slowly? Was he scared he’d frighten the computer?
“That took me another month to learn. The mouse is a finicky mistress. And she goes through batteries so fast.” He stroked the mouse.
“Don’t touch my mouse like that,” said Robert.
“Like what?” Nigel kept stroking it.
Robert grabbed the mouse. “Just type up the contract, man.”
Nigel cracked his knuckles again and started typing at record speed. He’d always been fast at that from his time on a typewriter.
“So what exactly are your demands?” I asked.
Nigel smiled. “You’ll see.”
“You could just tell me.”
“It’s too many to list out loud.”
“Holy shit,” said Robert. “The document is already like 50 pages long.” He laughed. “You’re only going to work one hour a week?”
“It’s not that much less than I currently work,” he whispered too loudly, so I could hear.
But I already knew that. We were friends. But I couldn’t give him every hour off before or else he wouldn’t have been serving me, and therefore not doing what he needed to be free. I wasn’t the monster here. Ghazi was.
“How long have you been drawing Ghazi baths to get on his good side?” I asked.
Nigel shrugged and kept typing. “A century or so. I knew you’d get us free eventually, Master. I mean Tanner. Maybe I’ll keep calling you Master. It just feels natural.” He smiled at me.
No it did not. I glanced at my watch. Yeah, I definitely needed my magic back. Nigel was a good lad, but being at his mercy was awful.
True Love - Chapter 24 – Gallery of Love
Monday – March 11, 2024
Ash
Mr. Frost was driving me to the restaurant across from the Caldwell Hotel. At least...that’s where he thought we were going. Really we were heading to the art gallery next door first.
Instead of just sending me the pictures from our boudoir shoot, Chastity had insisted upon curating an entire exhibit of the photos. As a grand wedding gift from me to Mr. Frost. Which was a little odd. Chastity seemed very against my sham of an engagement. So I was a little suspicious of her suddenly being so supportive.
I pulled out my phone and sent Chastity a text: “Are the shots all ready?”
She texted back right away: “Yup! We look so hot. Mr. Frost is going to love them.”
“And you didn’t include any of the…you know.”
