Jack was concentrating on one thing only, the booba.
Samantha Saint in real life looks more enchanting, and Jack's photographic mory of her videos was stimulating him too much.
Today Jack found out how disadvantageous this ability can be; his dick almost loaded itself like a gun.
Jack took a deep breath, cald himself down, then looked around the place; the palace was gorgeous. He never thought such a gorgeous palace could be his.
"Ms. Stephanie, Co along; we've prepared a table for you guys to sit at. Samantha or Elizabeth, smilingly gestured Stephanie and Jack to enter the guest room.
Which was made with glasses, and Jack could see a conference table was there.
"Why is Mr. Beizman not here?" Stephanie asked.
"He will be here shortly. He has a eting with soone, I don't know. Co, let's have a seat, and then we talk about business." Samantha, saying this, started to walk towards the guest room with a smile; she looked at Jack a little seductively.
"Let's go." Stephanie instinctively held Jack's hand and walked forward.
Jack didn't mind, but he was getting a vibe that he was walking with his wife or sothing, who was trying to protect his innocence at all costs.
As Jack entered the white marble room, he was awed by the simplicity of the room, but it still looked gorgeous.
The thing that impressed Jack most was that the rooms were not small. As an expensive place in the world, Munich's houses are always built with asurent because every inch is valuable.
This place felt like it was built first with heart and soul, then they asured it; it was grand and beautiful.
Jack sat in the main seat of the table, which was the furthest seat and was reserved. It was a high-back seat and so wide that even Jack, who was a monster among n, felt like the seat was half empty.
The thing was almost like a throne; Jack smiled in satisfaction; the guard's even Samantha was looking at Jack like he deserved to be seated there.
Jack then happily gestured for everyone to sit down. Jack's presence commands authority; unseen authority is a deadly thing.
Even Stephanie was standing until she was gestured by Jack to sit down; she sat beside Jack, and Samantha sat on the other side.
"I've checked on the papers; everything looks good. I've even arranged for all the paperwork; we only need Mr. Beizman here to sell the estate." Stephanie talked with professionalism; she will be getting a whopping 2.5 million in commission from Mr. Beizman.
"Alright, Anthony, call him." Samantha smiled at Stephanie, then asked the person next to her to call Mr. Beizman.
Jack was expecting that Anthony would take out his phone and call Mr. Beizman, but what Anthony did opened Jack's eyes.
Anthony nodded his head and stood up. He didn't take out his phone; he ran. He ran outside as fast as he could and went sowhere while running.
"This?" Stephanie looked bewildered. What the fuck just happened?
"Yeah, Mr. Beizman is in the building. He ran to get him." Samantha brushed off the thing like nothing happened.
Jack and Stephanie waited for so ti before Jack saw Anthony returning. He was still running, but on his shoulders there was a small man; it was as if riding Anthony like a horse.
The small man was grabbing Anthony's hair and enjoying the air.
Soon Anthony slowly put the man down from his shoulder in the guest room where Jack and Stephanie were seated.
Jack, seeing the tiny man, squinted his eyes; the man was wearing golden pajamas and a golden sleeping robe, and he was tiny. Explore more stories with empire
Stephanie, who doesn't have Jack's vision, first thought a child was coming in the shoulder.
As soon as the tiny man stepped into the guest room, everyone stood up except Jack.
The tiny man gestured for everyone to sit down with his small hand and walked towards the seat Jack was seated in; he didn't notice Jack as he was only walking fast, looking downwards.
While walking, suddenly seeing Jack, he stopped in his tracks and then slowly sat opposite Jack.
Samantha smiled and walked up to the man and kissed him on the lips, then sat beside him.
"So, Stephanie, you ca?" The tiny man looked at Stephanie with both his eyes squinted.
Anthony, who was carrying him earlier, gave the tiny man glasses.
"Yes, Mr. Beizman, this is Jack." Stephanie stood up, then gestured with her hands towards Jack.
Tiny Man looked at Jack; now that he has glasses on, he was bewildered. "Oh? You're a human?"
Jack smiled; he didn't react because he was enjoying the show and the level bubble on the tiny man's head.
Level 87 - Warden.
This was the first ti Jack saw soone with a title in their level bubble.
"Well yes, I am a human," Jack replied. He was casually seated in the chair, and the corner of his mouth was raised.
If we fight, I wonder who would win.
Jack was fascinated with this tiny man and his level; he wanted to see what this man can do and what he can do.
"Sorry about that. If so alien cos to Earth and we're the only two n alive, they won't think we're of the sa species. Ahaha." Tiny man slapped the table and laughed hard.
Jack smiled, but everyone in the room was silent, as Jack and the tiny man are authoritative figures. They can joke around, but for them it will be the end of their career.
"So, Boy? You want to buy this place?"
"Yes, I heard you're in a eting or sothing?" Jack was talking casually with the person.
"That's an excuse, of course. My na is Beizman; I make people's lives harder than they have to be. The tiny man smiled and introduced himself.
"My na is Jack, Jack Williams, and I breathe Euro," Jack said seriously.
Both of them looked at each other with seriousness, then laughed hard.
Only two people were laughing, and everyone else was silent; the room was a little awkward for the rest of them.
Reviews
All reviews (0)