SWNOVELS Chapter 15
15. I wasn’t expecting this.
For a moment, I can’t place that voice with those words. It just feels wrong, because I never expected that specific voice to utter
those specific words.
But then I whip towards where the voice is coming from and notice Gerald making his way toward us. Gerald did not accompany
me to Caroline’s this morning, he said that there was something that needs his dire attention, so I left on my own. Which was
more than fine with me, because having him as a shadow made me nervous for some reason.
Gerald has traded his normal butler uniform for a sleek suit and walks with the confidence of a man who knows what he’s doing.
His expression is crossed, not quite angry but not pleasant either, and his eyes are hard and cold.
Distantly, I wonder, what the hell is going on?
“Gerald, what are you doing?” I ask him as soon as he nears us, “we can handle this, you don’t have to get involved.”
Gerald sighs, “on the contrary, young master, I believe this is one of the moments where my involvement is necessary.”
Meanwhile, the manager has started to fidget on his spot, looking as pale as a ghost. He hears Gerald calling me ‘young
master’, and grows even paler.
“Mr. Manson,” in an airy sort of voice, he says, “what brought you here in this fine morning, sir?”
Gerald’s attention shifts from us to him, “Mr. Crane, you have made a grave mistake,” without beating around the bush, he gets
straight to the point, “and that mistake is going to cost you your job. I’m sorry, but you are fired.”
The manager starts to sputter, “Wh-what? Why? What did I do wrong?”
“You have threatened a close associate of Mr. Greyson’s with violence,” Gerald gestured at us, “and you know what Mr.
Greyson’s rules are regarding his closest associates.”
“But, sir, I did not know...”
“Which is why we treat people politely and ask them who they are before mindlessly giving orders to have them thrown out of our
property,” Gerald growls, looking extremely pissed. “Had you not been blinded by your frivolous loyalty to this young man,” he
points at Aiden, who looks shell-shocked, “you could’ve treated these two with respect and asked them why they were here. This
young lady was clearly called for an interview, and it’s within her rights to ask for that window. You, however, are not within your
rights to
threaten them with violence.”
Mr. Crane’s eyes widen.
“Yes, I heard what you ordered the security guards to do,” Gerald adds, “you should be ashamed of yourself. We’re a reputed
company, not some mafia ring with common thugs. If you want to work at such an establishment, now that you’re no longer with
us, you are most welcome.”
I’m positively gaping at Gerald now. He’s totally different from the man I thought I knew. I’ve caught glimpses of this confidence
before, when he was standing up to Stone and his gang in the hotel room back in Empire city, but not like that. Here, he sounds
like he’s the one in charge.
I realize then that I don’t really know much about Gerald. When my mother tried to cut all ties with my father all those years ago,
he insisted that even though she won’t allow me to see him, at least allow him to keep contact via Gerald, who he introduced as
his butler, and my mother grudgingly agreed. Since then,
Gerald had always checked in with me, mostly via phone calls, seeing to my living situation and health. Granted, I never let him
help with anything with my father’s money up until recently, but a small part of me always looked forward to his calls.
I always thought Gerald was exactly who my father said he was, a butler.
But now, I’m not so sure.
Finally, Mr. Crane’s anger catches up with him, burning like wildfire, “You wouldn’t dare do that!”
“I already did, Mr. Crane.”
“You don’t know what you will lose without me! All my contacts, all the favors I can pull with one phone. call,” he stomps to
Gerald and thrust a finger to his face, “you will be losing a goddamn gold mine if you do this, mark my words. I’m the best in the
industry as it is, you will never recover from the fallout. Especially with a company like Zelt, still so new to the field. If you got
even an inkling of sense in that head of yours, you will not fire me.”
Gerald places his hand on Mr. Crane’s shoulder and pushes him away, irritated exasperation on his face.
“Security,” he calls in an even voice, “get this man out of my property.”
“You can’t do this!” Mr. Crane thrashes as the security guards, looking as bewildered as we feel close int on the man, “you will
pay for this, you hear me? This company will be nothing without me.”
“Zelt Technologies belong to Greyson Consolidated,” Gerald calmly iterates. “A multi-billion business empire operating all across
this country as well as the world, and you were employed to be the manager of only one sub-company under it.”
Then he smiles, “I believe we will do just fine without you. Your belongings will be delivered to your home address, Mr. Crane, I
wish you luck in your future ventures and employment opportunities.”
Gerald looks over at Aiden, who is standing stupefied, taking in what was happening, “Young man,” Gerald calls out to him,
making him flinch, “I suggest you leave the premises as well and notify your father that I would like to ask him why he’s letting his
college-age son interfere with serious business matters on his own personal whims.”
“Why you!” before Mr. Crane can retaliate, the security guards apprehend him and tow him away, the middle-aged man fighting
against his restraints. Aiden follows, his expression sour like a lemon.
I do not miss the look of pure loathing he shoots me and Coraline.
After Mr. Crane and Aiden disappear, Coraline and I turn to Gerald.
And I ask, “Gerald, what the actual fuck?”