Another story from the Mistress's Child series. The entire household was abuzz with the news – the Businessman had proclaimed that he welcomed feedback on the running of the business from the entire household. This was what the Mistress’s Child had been waiting all along. She had seen so many problems with the household as she grew up, and had learnt so much during her years of helping to run the family business. She set about drafting down the many ideas she had, to show to her father. Her Butler had seen her write out the words painstakingly upon the parchment, and was worried. “Little Mistress, don’t you think you should get your elder brother to say something? I did not hear anything from the other household of him saying anything to your father.” “Oh Alfred, Alfred, you are just so full of worries! I know my father has never asked for any ideas from us in his whole life as a businessman, but we can trust him. Don’t worry!” She smiled at her Butler. She looked very pretty when...
Another story from the Mistress’s Child series. The entire household at the rented house was caught unprepared by the arrival of an unexpected visitor – the Brother. Alfred, the oldest, most dignified, and calmest person amidst the household, was the one who welcomed him, quickly giving instructions to get Little Mistress over. The Mistress was still sick in bed, and it would not be good for her to have her sickness aggravated by a meeting with Young Master. The Mistress’s Child rushed over from the factory, where she had been supervising the workers. What business has her elder brother in her house, she wondered. He had vowed never to recognise the legitimacy of the place, as part of the family, and refused to even acknowledge the presence of the place within the family. Why was he there? “Let’s make it quick. I’m a busy man, and my father has a meeting with me later.” She could feel the edge as he placed extra stress on the phrase “my father”. “Due to the economic conditions, we hav...
This story was one written specifically for my student teacher class, a bunch of lovely kids. The boys loved this passage, but the girls had that glazed look in their eyes. No space opera for them I guess. Admiral Edward peered out the bridge of the Starflight into the murky blackness outside. The glass-like material separated him between the cold of the 12-degree Celsius interior, and the certain chill and deadly touch of the darkness that stared back at him. And out there were rocks. And more rocks. The only features that marked the Asteroid Belt. “Something to warm you, sir?” The voice of his personal assistant, Julia, broke his train of thought. He turned to face a cup of warm coffee, its sweet aroma welcoming him. “Thanks a lot, Julia – you are a lifesaver!” The many lines and scars that showed on his smile were the tell-tale sign of the many years, both of his age and of his service in the Terran Defence Force. This was the man that had always held the crew in awe – a legend hims...
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