Kingmaker's Gold by MK Mancos

Author:MK Mancos [Mancos, MK]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MK Mancos

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Powers of the fey shimmered around Venn. They danced in the air before him, changing his vision as if he looked through the multi-facets of a jewel. It worked as both protection and aggression. Anger, if felt deeply enough, manifested itself in brilliant colors around the fey. It also cocooned them from harm. At the moment, the only thing Venn feared was harming himself should his temper get the better of him.

How dare Abigail’s employer believe she caused the ruffians to do her harm? How did a man with his degree of responsibility in the world show such lack of judgment?

Once again, Venn was forced to knock on a door and diminish to slip inside a building. He didn’t mind it so much though. If he intended to teach Abigail’s employer a lesson, he needed to do so without being seen. For what he had in mind, the less the employees of Allied Generated Insurance and Trust Company saw of him the better for all involved.

He remained invisible, climbing the stairs to the upper floor. Clatter from the keys of twenty typewriters threatened to send him running. The noise alone was enough to make a person long for the solitude of an asylum. How did Abigail endure it for so many hours a day?

Venn came off the stairs to stand in the room proper. Glancing around the open space, he noticed one empty desk in a sea of typists. That had to be where Abigail spent her days.

He shook his head. It wasn’t right. She should be married to a robber baron or a prince or…

The thought trailed off as a door to his right opened. A squat little man with a round belly and ruddy complexion entered then closed the door behind him. The nameplate on the door read: Elias Throckmorton, supervisor.

Throckmorton, Venn had heard the name. This had to be the toad who discharged Abigail, without so much as a second thought.

When Venn entered the room, Throckmorton’s back was to the door. Venn shifted into visibility, swiping his hand down the front of his body to change his clothes to that of a man well off in society.

“Throckmorton, I want to speak with you on a matter that concerns both of us.”

The pudgy little man jumped then turned on Venn. His brows were drawn together, and his mouth opened as if to issue a reprimand. However, after further perusal of Venn, his mouth slammed shut and his eyes widened.

Throckmorton swallowed. “What assistance can I be to you, sir?”

“You can start by returning Abigail Westmorland to her position. Though why an angel such as she wants to work for a low-life like yourself is beyond me.” Venn stuck his hands down in his trouser pockets. The sides of his jacket flapped open, showing off the breadth of his muscular chest. It was a calculated move meant to intimidate Throckmorton.

As a tactic, it didn’t fail.

“Well, you see, sir…ah…Mr….What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t. You can call me Mr. Prince.

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