28-04-2019, 02:11 PM
Helena's patented "Delighted-to-Meet-You" smile changed to a genuine one as she mingled and gave the people she spoke to the same subtle commands.
"I fucking love you, Master." Came Helen's response, still in Greek. "I wouldn't even know HOW to not love you, Troy."
Troy detected the note of her fighting back tears. The next time they encountered each other as they mingled, Helen gave Troy a longer, deeper kiss.
"I don't think I even have a choice in loving you anymore, Mistress. I think it's a law of the universe. Lemme think: E=MC squared, Cognito Ergo Sum, Troy loves Helen, an object in motion... wait, it's that last one."
They smiled and held hands a moment before going back to mingling until it was time to be seated.
* * *
Contessa Helena de San Finzione bid one-hundred million dollars. Grumbling filled the room, but nobody bid against her.
"Do I hear one-ten? One-hundred-and-ten million? No? One-hundred going once... twice." He gave an overly-long pause before banging his gavel. "Sold to Contessa Helena de San Finzione for one-hundred million dollars. That concludes this evening's proceedings. You have thirty minutes to finalize your purchases and arrange transport. Good evening, we hope to see you all next time."
And with that, the Auction was over. Helen and Troy walked over to the cashier to arrange the money transfer. Mander rejoined them as Ultimados arrived to load the items into the two Winnebagos and the back of a pickup truck.
Because she'd bought most of the items, they stayed longer than anyone else. Troy took note of all of the bad looks the two of them were getting; then remembered that he was a "nobody," and all of them were directed at Contessa Helena de San Finzione. A woman they hated and feared before she was the owner of the world's most powerful assassination tool, and her buying it out from under them all had done nothing to improve their attitude towards her.
"It's strange," the Auctioneer told La Contessa as her transfer cleared and the Ultimados packed everything up. "How nobody bid against you for what was supposed to be the featured item of the evening."
"Maybe they just weren't convinced by the video." She responded with a sweet smile. As Helena bent to enter her code to finalize the transaction, she gave a side-glance to Troy. "I hope the next Auction will have a few more surprises." She finished and looked back up at the Auctioneer. "I trust my money will still be good next time?"
There were a few moments of silence before he answered.
"I daresay that La Contessa's money was the ONLY money that was good this time. She needn't worry."
Helena smiled at that. The Ultimados hauled the items away. She, Troy, and Mander departed the barn where they'd spent the past few hours with some of the most horrible people on Earth, so that some of the other most horrible people on Earth could clean up and vanish.
* * *
The next morning, their family was gathered around the breakfast table again. It was in the early hours when they returned home from the Auction. Susan had gone to bed in her own room that evening, and since Helen was going to have to leave later that day, she went to bed with Julie so that they could say goodbye properly, and Troy went up to Susan's room and joined her.
"I'd been hoping we'd have you here for the rest of the week." Susan said to Helen, pouring everyone coffee. "Brenda's been looking forward to meeting you again."
"Oh! I wanted to meet her again, too." Helen replied, looking straight at Troy. "However, I hadn't planned on walking out of there with an entire doomsday arsenal to need to get back to San Finzione and dispose of."
"You're making the world a better place, Helen." Troy said, patting her hand. Helen's response was to turn to Julie.
"Your husband made me buy anthrax!" She tattled to Julie. "Not the band! I could've HIRED Anthrax to come play the Greens' Lawn this morning, on this short a notice, for a lot less than I paid for THIS anthrax!"
Julie patted Troy's hand.
"I'm sure he had a good reason." Was her response.
Susan returned to the table.
"Helen," she said. "It's you, so it's worth asking: Are we going to open the front door to wave goodbye to your limo and see Anthrax playing across the street?"
"Driving off into the sunset to 'I'm The Man' would be kind of cool, but I just now thought of it."
"You don't plan to fly back to San Finzione with all that, do you?" Julie asked.
"Oh, hell no!" Helen replied. "My plane's back here from taking Rita home. That stuff'll go on San Finzione One with the Ultimados, and the fighter escorts, and everything. Mander, Bluey, a few Ultimados, and I will be using Rita's Contessa Class suite to get home, so Maria can get back to having a life. Oh, and I'm sorry for the busy week you're going to have next week, Mistress. But be sure to give that Tom Arnette guy an exclusive; he's pretty sharp, he remembered you and your work from your shoes at the thing in Spokane. I think he might really 'get' your stuff. Kept thinking his name was 'Bob' earlier. Weird."
"I fucking love you, Master." Came Helen's response, still in Greek. "I wouldn't even know HOW to not love you, Troy."
Troy detected the note of her fighting back tears. The next time they encountered each other as they mingled, Helen gave Troy a longer, deeper kiss.
"I don't think I even have a choice in loving you anymore, Mistress. I think it's a law of the universe. Lemme think: E=MC squared, Cognito Ergo Sum, Troy loves Helen, an object in motion... wait, it's that last one."
They smiled and held hands a moment before going back to mingling until it was time to be seated.
* * *
Contessa Helena de San Finzione bid one-hundred million dollars. Grumbling filled the room, but nobody bid against her.
"Do I hear one-ten? One-hundred-and-ten million? No? One-hundred going once... twice." He gave an overly-long pause before banging his gavel. "Sold to Contessa Helena de San Finzione for one-hundred million dollars. That concludes this evening's proceedings. You have thirty minutes to finalize your purchases and arrange transport. Good evening, we hope to see you all next time."
And with that, the Auction was over. Helen and Troy walked over to the cashier to arrange the money transfer. Mander rejoined them as Ultimados arrived to load the items into the two Winnebagos and the back of a pickup truck.
Because she'd bought most of the items, they stayed longer than anyone else. Troy took note of all of the bad looks the two of them were getting; then remembered that he was a "nobody," and all of them were directed at Contessa Helena de San Finzione. A woman they hated and feared before she was the owner of the world's most powerful assassination tool, and her buying it out from under them all had done nothing to improve their attitude towards her.
"It's strange," the Auctioneer told La Contessa as her transfer cleared and the Ultimados packed everything up. "How nobody bid against you for what was supposed to be the featured item of the evening."
"Maybe they just weren't convinced by the video." She responded with a sweet smile. As Helena bent to enter her code to finalize the transaction, she gave a side-glance to Troy. "I hope the next Auction will have a few more surprises." She finished and looked back up at the Auctioneer. "I trust my money will still be good next time?"
There were a few moments of silence before he answered.
"I daresay that La Contessa's money was the ONLY money that was good this time. She needn't worry."
Helena smiled at that. The Ultimados hauled the items away. She, Troy, and Mander departed the barn where they'd spent the past few hours with some of the most horrible people on Earth, so that some of the other most horrible people on Earth could clean up and vanish.
* * *
The next morning, their family was gathered around the breakfast table again. It was in the early hours when they returned home from the Auction. Susan had gone to bed in her own room that evening, and since Helen was going to have to leave later that day, she went to bed with Julie so that they could say goodbye properly, and Troy went up to Susan's room and joined her.
"I'd been hoping we'd have you here for the rest of the week." Susan said to Helen, pouring everyone coffee. "Brenda's been looking forward to meeting you again."
"Oh! I wanted to meet her again, too." Helen replied, looking straight at Troy. "However, I hadn't planned on walking out of there with an entire doomsday arsenal to need to get back to San Finzione and dispose of."
"You're making the world a better place, Helen." Troy said, patting her hand. Helen's response was to turn to Julie.
"Your husband made me buy anthrax!" She tattled to Julie. "Not the band! I could've HIRED Anthrax to come play the Greens' Lawn this morning, on this short a notice, for a lot less than I paid for THIS anthrax!"
Julie patted Troy's hand.
"I'm sure he had a good reason." Was her response.
Susan returned to the table.
"Helen," she said. "It's you, so it's worth asking: Are we going to open the front door to wave goodbye to your limo and see Anthrax playing across the street?"
"Driving off into the sunset to 'I'm The Man' would be kind of cool, but I just now thought of it."
"You don't plan to fly back to San Finzione with all that, do you?" Julie asked.
"Oh, hell no!" Helen replied. "My plane's back here from taking Rita home. That stuff'll go on San Finzione One with the Ultimados, and the fighter escorts, and everything. Mander, Bluey, a few Ultimados, and I will be using Rita's Contessa Class suite to get home, so Maria can get back to having a life. Oh, and I'm sorry for the busy week you're going to have next week, Mistress. But be sure to give that Tom Arnette guy an exclusive; he's pretty sharp, he remembered you and your work from your shoes at the thing in Spokane. I think he might really 'get' your stuff. Kept thinking his name was 'Bob' earlier. Weird."
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