Father and Daughter
[You can skip this too! Character introduction of Juliet and James, thus spouting endless exposition, and still not into the VRMMO. Next chapter will be about the VRMMO, I promise!]
Mr. Walton stared the the boy in front of him. As the boy sat at attention, smiling, and waited for a command.
The boy named James was a towering 200 centimeters (six feet six inches) tall, seventeen year old teenage boy, with short wavy dark black hair that was slicked back, light brown skin, dark brown eyes, broad shoulders, and a lean build. He was wearing a well fitting tuxedo with several buttons opened, revealing his chest. James had a clear face aside from a single black mole under his right eye, and his smile revealed a beautiful set teeth.
'The kid could not even make direct eye contact with me, unlike his father'.
Mr. Walton thought of the Will of the past, not noticing the now timid old man to James right side. Mr. Walton continued to scrutinize James, the boy who had been spending the most time with his daughter. The kid was handsome, but looking at the young boy from head to toe, Mr. Walton believed James would never be in Juliet's eyes. Regardless of how James looked, William had told him how much Juliet despised James for meddling in her affairs. Ever day she cursed James, the bane of her existence and the primary waster of her time. This brought a smile to Mr. Walton's face, as James was the only male in Juliet's life. There would be no one to take Juliet from his life.
Mr. Walton could not see his daughter Juliet much, but she was still his only daughter. Every time he saw Juliet, it brought peace to his mind and allowed him to work to amass an even larger fortune for her, and give her the pleasures and joys he dreamed of in his youth. Today's visit was to fulfill one such dream he had as a kid, and his daughter would most likely be a leading actor in the dream he had finally made a reality.
With no commands given and Mr. Walton staring him down from head to toe, James could no longer take the pressure.
"Sir, if I may I speak my mind?"
James nervously looked towards Mr. Walton's hands as he still did not dare meet his eyes. It was not an exaggeration to say Mr. Walton could control the life and death of the human race if he wished. Let alone a lowly person like him, who was merely the son of William; Mr. Walton's butler when Mr. Walton was young.
"Speak, James. I have always heard good things about you from the mansions staff, as you are the only one able to bear the ferociousness of my daughter. Will has always been to lax on her and I know she is a handful. Thank you for keeping her in your care, even as she became an adult."
Mr. Walton said these empty words with a smile, as he did not believe his daughter would change. Humans rarely change, and if Juliet stayed the way she was, then no one would be willing to marry the current Juliet. Mr. Walton greedily thought.
James, thinking such words were true praise, finally looked towards Mr. Walton's face directly. Mr. Walton is very short, just like Juliet. Maybe a few more centimeters taller, at most. Mr. Walton is plump, has peach colored skin, blonde hair, and dark blue eye. Even with such a small stature, no one would normally dare stare directly at Mr. Walton. Now that James was looking at Mr. Walton eyes. His azure eyes seemed too deep and the pressure he felt was too much for James, who could even weather the temper tantrums of Juliet.
'If this was Mr. Walton in a good mood, how could anyone stand to be near this man if he was in a bad mood?'
James quickly looked back at Mr. Walton's hands and bowed.
"Please sir, your words are too kind. What I do for her is but for her own good, as any butler should."
James now looked firmly at Mr. Walton's feet as he stood there, continuing to bow as he had spoke. The next few words may upset Mr. Walton, but his true master Juliet, would be even more upset with him if she was disturbed.
"It may be pretentious of me to say, sir, but Juliet is sleeping right now. As it is 2:20, and Juliet will not be awake for another hour and forty minutes. If we wake her up now then she will be in a horrible mood and may not even wish to see you, her beloved father."
"...."
Mr. Walton could not believe what was just said to him by such a man who could not even look him in the eye for more than a few seconds. Thus, Mr. Walton looked at this old caretaker, Will. William Baxster, a once battle hardened marine and former caretaker of Mr. Walton, slightly shook. William was old now and did not have the courage he once did.
For Mr. Walton time was money, although he could not be with his daughter much, he truly wished the best for Juliet and would take time out of his busy days, to visit Juliet every few months. Until James took over Juliet's care a few years ago, William had always given Juliet freedom to do whatever she wanted, with one exception. Regardless of what she was doing, Juliet would always come meet her father. In exchange for months of freedom, a few extra hours awake or a sudden wake up was nothing to Juliet, as long as she knew in advance. In truth, William also though of Juliet as his own daughter, and he knew keeping a good relationship with her real father would allow Juliet to do as she pleased for her lifetime, keeping her happy. Juliet may be spoiled, but William always felt like Juliet deserved it for not having a mother and having such a distant father.
Mr. Walton normally always let William know when he was going to arrive and never showed up unannounced. This was the first time of such a sudden arrival and James was currently in charge of Juliet. William had retired when he turned sixty five and passed the mantle to his son three years ago.
'There must be some reason for Mr. Walton to show up announced.' William though to himself.
"....."
Seeing his old father figure also go into panic, Mr. Walton lamented. This is not what Mr. Walton had meant to accomplish, as Will had never been afraid of him before. Mr. Walton had wanted his old butler, Will, to affirm that his little Juliet would happily wake up to see him, as she had always done when he came to see Juliet. Growing tired of the awkward silence, Mr. Walton finally spoke after seeing the two continued look at each other in panic.
"Nonsense, I have not been able to see my daughter much in these past few years but whenever I call to this mansion, whether it be in the morning or evenings, she was always able to greet me. It may only be the early afternoon but my daughter would jump for joy at seeing me. Take me me to her room immediately!"
"...."
Mr. Baxster stared at James again, in silence. As Mr. Walton, the man he raised, seemed so much more intimidating these past few years. Mr. Walton was the true heart of countless for profit Billion dollar corporations, and probably didn't notice the imposing aura around himself.
"Yes, sir."
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*Poke*
I awoke to someone poking me on the face. I frown and scratch my cheek, knowing the only person who would dare touch my face, I pay the little $*@# no heed.
*Poke*
James has really been getting bolder these past three years, so I lay on my other side and silent note to pay back the ^$& with @*$#.
*Poke*
James pokes me again, and this time I slowly gaze at the large atomic clock to my right on the nearby dresser. I see its only 2:30 in the the afternoon, so my internal sleeping clock is right, its still to early for me to wake.
I lay back &$#%ing down.
*Poke*
"%*#!ing $#@%, James"
I shout, realizing I only got eight and a half hours of my usual ten hours of sleep. Ever since I got my diploma, James usually leaves me alone. The only thing he really nags me about now is about doing
!$#&ing exercise. Which I usually do with my personal trainer, Ms. Jaide around 7 PM, sometimes around 7:30, in the personal gym.
Looking to my left side, I see the person who disturbed my sleep and and two other I can't make out too well due to the bright lights in my room that have been turned on. James usually comes to annoy me after 4PM, so I can at least get my usual ten hours of sleep. He also never turns the light on unless I ask the $%#$er to. He knows better to disturb me, so I will definitely punish him later, after I shoo out whoever the two other two little ^&@#ers could be. James would not dare let just any random person into my room, unless he doesn't like using his *!&$ for a while. They could only be kitchen staff, Ms. Jaide, Mr. Baxter, or my father? Wait it can't possibly be my old man, the geezer never comes unannounced.
James and William Baxster are my two butlers, though Mr. Baxster is mostly retired. Well, Mr. Baxster was originally my only butler, and James is his seventeen year old son. William would bring James to play with me as a kid, because he said it wasn't right to grow up without any friends, or any brothers and sisters. James was my only friend from five to fifteen years, aside from Ms. Jaide who has been my personal trainer since I was twelve. I consider Ms. Jaide a friend even if she just considers me a simple business venture. Well, I hope Ms. Jaide considers me a friend. When James turned fifteen we became enemies because of the #$*% he pulled, so I only have Ms. Jaide now.
Mr. Baxster always let me sleep in and wake up whenever I wanted, even when I had tutors or lecturers. Since the tutors got paid regardless if they taught me or not, the tutors didn't mind much. When James turned fifteen, instead of getting a real job, the *#%& decided to mooch off my family and act like my butler in the stead of his father. Mr. Baxster was sixty five when #@&% took over for him. $^#@ really is shameless. Unlike Mr. Baxster who let me do as I pleased, %$#@ mainly exist to annoy me. I think the only reason my father employs him is because he thinks the &#^!er and I are friends.
In reality, $&@^ is my arch enemy. ^&% is always the person who used to stop me from binge reading manga, my youtube, and anime by trying to get me to learn. He used to forces me to listen to lecturers and tutors, by schedules then around times he knew I would be fully awake, between 8PM to 2 AM. Forcing me and lecturers to trudge through content in the middle of the night, when it is prime time to do other things, like nothing!
Father had always said I at least needed a High School diploma to get through life, but I don't really agree. All the math, science, and history stuff I learned will never be needed because I can just hire people who know what they are talking about. @*$# is really an idiot. As a result of his nagging, I did get a high school degree through the tutoring. Without him, I could have sleep all day and did whatever I wanted the past three years, while I was still under age. I don't need an education, because I'm the daughter of the only trillionaire.
When I turned eighteen, I simply asked my dad to buy me a college degree from some random college and he did. As an eighteen year old, I currently posses a a bachelors, masters, and doctorate from the University of Texas in Music. I have never been to Texas and never plan to, but I have heard they have just received funding for a new music facilities and auditorium from my father, so its not like I did anything wrong. In fact I probably helped them. If I had wanted I could have easily bought a high school diploma, there was no reason for that little %@*^ to force me to do any tutoring work.
As my eyes gradually start to adjust, profanities continue to roll off my tongue towards @&#!, as I continue to think back to the hardship I had to endure. I look and see Mr. Baxster, who I would consider my my grandpa and former caretaker. To Mr. Baxster's right is my dad, currently wearing a shocked expression.
'What is he doing here?'
"..."
"..."
I stared at my daughter, who had just shouted over a hundred profanities towards James in the spam of thirty seconds.
I though Will had been exaggerating when he said that Juliet had picked up our bad habit (Walton's and William's) of swearing from him (William). As Juliet has never sworn in my company before, the notion was honestly inconceivable. I know the mansions staff had called her ferocious, but seeing Juliet as she was now was to much of a shock for me. The appearance of Juliet looked just like she did a few months ago, when I saw her, though maybe slightly more toned.
Juliet is one hundred thirty six centimeters (four feet six inches) tall, petite, thin straight black hair, azure blue eyes (like me), long black eye lashes, a few freckles around her nose, and a pale complexion. As Juliet never does anything outside our mansion, her personal doctor has had to start giving vitamin D supplements to Juliet. One big thing to note is that Juliet seems to have lost last of her baby fat, since I have last seen her!
'What have I been doing while my baby has slowly been growing up?'
Seeing a frown grow on her old man's face, Juliet slowly smiles, acting like nothing just happened and asks:
"How have you been father? I missed you so much!"
Trying to act as innocent as possible, the fully grown eighteen year old Juliet rushed up to her old man and hugged him.
"..."