The room they enter is filled to the top with decor that could rival that of someone in the top ten percent of the world. Making this place look like it was built for a king.
The man greeting them with his hand in a U formation as he was looks like one as well. Standing in his underwear and a robe on him. As he greets them with a loud and cheerful tone. Like he's excited to meet Harold.
It shocks him. He's has been places, majority places like households or apartments that have been having some supernatural issues, or rat problems. But not like this, there are times close to when he's been around buildings like these, but not close as actually being inside of them.
The man that's standing there, has his hair wet and falling to his side. His hair if flat and all stuck together in what seems to be his wet hair. He has a mustache that is not very bushy but thick.
There is a small trail of water ending off into a corner near where the glass ends and wood begins blocking off seeing where, the man began walking out of the pool area.
The walls of the building are almost completely covered from top to bottom in gold. The white paint on the walls match its interior just bringing out the color even more. The glass behind the man in front of where the elevator opens to shows people behind it swimming in the pool.
A woman, two children. One being a boy, the other being a girl. The boy being about is say five years old. The girl, about the same age as Harry.
'If only Harry was with her instead of that black girl.'
The family is an all white family, the wife is wearing a two piece bikini, the same along with the girl. Just in two different colors. The girl, wearing a light blue one and the woman wearing a black one. The boy is wearing a fish decorative, dry quick shorts.
The boy can't be seen well, since he's jumping into the pool from this side hiding his face. The woman and the girl aren't. The girl has blonde hair from the middle, fusing with the black going the rest of the way up. The woman having full black hair. Her body petite and beautiful, in a sexy way. She's skinny on her hips, little fat on her stomach but, her ass and t*ts fit so well into her bikini.
'Probably his family.'
Those are Harold's thoughts as he takes a step out of the elevator, following right behind Floral.
Closer and closer, each step they take draws them closer to the man. He's still smiling while putting his hands down. As his hand goes down he extends his hand, expecting a hand shake from Harold.
"Hello Mr. Harold. My name is Ordo Orsten. I have called, Mr. Jeremy. He's the one that turned me over to you."
Finally standing face to face, Floral standing at the left side of the men, looking in their direction. More like past them than at them. Ordo is shorter than Harold, but taller than Floral, standing in the good middle of them both for his height.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Or—."
Harold picks up his arm to shake Ordo's hand. As he takes it in a firm grip, Ordo cuts him off.
"Thats cool let's skip all that. Is it true that your family has been doing this for a living..?"
"Yes, we have be—."
Ordo cuts off Harold.
"Is it an organization of some sort..?"
"I'm not entirely sure, my f—."
The first time freaked him out. But this time Harold is mentally scratching his head. His arm still stuck in a firm grip.
"If I called Jeremy at a different time would he have called someone else?"
"I don't know who else in this are—."
"Didn't he say you have a son where is he?"
"He didn't want to co—!"
"How long have you been do—."
This time Ordo gets cut off. By none other than, Floral.
"Sir! Mr. Harold is here to fix your problem with the valets, that have had neck issues."
Almost as if he came back to earth and wasn't stuck in his own mind. He shakes his head and stands on his tip toes for a little. He smiles a weird smile.
'He seems pretty giddy?'
That sends a shiver up his spine at that thought.
He lets go of Harold's hand and starts walking off. In the left side away from them, in the direction of a door. The door has a weird checkered window design that, really doesn't fit well with the whole place. The door knob is sticking out with a handle to grip it easily. Once we both get there he grabs the knob.
Before he turns the knob, he turns his head with his body still facing the direction of the door. Looking over to Floral.
"Floral, call my wife she's the one that told me about the problem anyway."
Before turning and heading away from us, she answers him back.
"Yes, Mr. Ordo."
She starts slowly walking away from us as Ordo opens the door and we enter the room.
Few minutes later they are both in the room sitting across each other. A small wooden table in front of them. Both of them with a cup of tea in front of them. It's still hot, seems from the smoke coming off the top of the cup.
The drinks came almost as soon as we entered the room. A duo, both white males dressed in an apron and uniform came by and set down a cup of tea for them saying, "Sir, if you need anymore, please call."
Ordo, sits back on a couch the same type of couch that Harold is sitting on. A white, cotton couch that is soft and comfy. The only difference is that the couches have a two cushions for the on that Harold is sitting on, and Ordo is sitting on a three cushion one, that is unsurprisingly longer than the other one.
Harold sits with his back straight instead of relaxing. His mind is in the job and that's what he means to ask about.
Letting a few second s go by before asking, he finally decides to asking sensing it's a good time.
"Mr. Ordo—."
"Hey..!"
'Are you f*cking serious?'
"…Honey you called?!"
The same woman that was at the pool entered the room as she is drying her hair with a towel that says, "The Evermore Casino.", an infinity sign right behind the words. Symbolizing how long it's going to be callled the Casino and hold its name.
She walks over to Ordo side her hair still in a wet towel as she starts to sit on the cotton couch, that will most definitely have water soaked into it. Especially with the fact that she has a smal trail of water following shortly behind her.
Floral, standing at the side of the doorway, Ordo waves his hand away and Floral closes the door as she walks away.
"Honey, this is Mr. Harold. Mr. Harold, this is my wife, Saleen. He's the one that will tell us about what happened or how to send it away."
Saleen looks between both of the men, before she sets hers eyes on Harold, understanding who he is.
"Oh, your talking about what I saw back at the garage?"
Her voice turns from subtle to sullen, hinting at horror.
"Yes, we won't have to worry much about it anymore. It's just a good thing that the guard found both me and the guy before it was someone else."
She has now stopped drying her hair. She looks down, her breath becoming heavy.
"Would you mind telling me what happened that left you in a state that it would be better if the guard found you."
She looks up to me, her eyes filled with tears. She shakes her head before answering.
"No.. no I'll be fine to tell you… we had just came back from a date night…"