softly, gently, kindly

Of all times for the parents to leave, it HAD to be as the new help was arriving. The young Quartermane stomped around in his room, having the biggest hissy of his life. Tending to the help was not HIS responsibility! Having to show them around wasn’t HIS authority! NO! It was to be left to the other help! The ones who cook and clean for him! The ones who make his life an absolute luxury! But of course; that would make sense. Here instead, we have Chaz on the order of his father to help direct and escort the new breeder for the grounds around. To make them feel welcome, to make them feel they are respected. Most importantly, his father appointed the task to him to give him some degree of responsibility as opposed to simply blasting around like a spoilt child.

“A breeder… PFAH!” Chaz scoffed to himself, pacing back and forth. “To think our immaculate grounds have needs for such a carer!” Chaz doesn’t realize that the Swanna and various other Pokémon that come to and fro from the grounds, not to mention his own personal Pokémon and household otherwise have always had to have some immaculate care! Of course, that was handled by the previous house breeder, who strangely won a surprise trip to a leisurely cruise across the Alolan isles for 2 months. But we have this fancy new applicant to make do for the time being until their timely return. *Knock knock* The distant thud of the door only made Chaz roll his eyes… But he will remain diligent! As he throws on his ‘casual’ suit which sports a dark navy color, with a tie to match he ventures to the large, carved doors of his mansion home. He opens the door to be greeted by the blond woman, clearly none the wiser of the disguise before him. He gives a sharp sigh and raises a hand to cut her short after her introductions. 

”Ma’am Montgomery. I am aware of who you are. I am sure you are aware as to who I am, but on the off chance, you have not read the news as of recent! I am Charles Quartermane, heir to this mansion and the throne of monetary wealth my Father holds.” His eyes meet with a sharper and rather distasteful squint. “And you will be well to remember your place here and address me as Sir. Are we clear?” After Chaz’s blatant and demanding introductions, he gives a flourishing of a spin followed by a single wave of his hand indicating for Ashlynn to follow. He opens his arms with graceful poise and continues his little spiel. “This is the home you will be tending to. Your main area will be the garden out the back; however, you will also be responsible for the personal grooming and tending of my own Pokémon also.” He turns around with his glare once more. “And should I find even a single hair of theirs out of line I will see you never work in this business again. Am I clear?”

The smile slowly disappeared, as James realized that the brat hadn’t left with his parents. That would undoubtedly cause problems within his plan. However, James did promise a big shipment to Headquarters. It was also his first, real solo mission without Jessie and Meowth.

James followed the young bloke into the large estate, carrying his own bags. To some degree, he thought it was rude that Charles hasn’t atleast offered to take the bags. He was already beginning to form a layout of the first floor, but wondered how big the estate truly was. James continued to nod as the other spoke, trying to remain attentive. In reality, James already hated this boy. He came from the same type of family he did, but instead of wanting a free life, this child chose to remain a lapdog. Or, so it seemed so far...

Noticing his own pause, James came back into character.

“Oh, of course, Sir. Is there someone to show me around and show me my quarters?”

Absolutely! James will be on reserve for you until 11/12! 

At the end of the performance, the dancers all bowed.