Filthy Trick

"Good evening, young master Irvyn." Irvyn looked up when suddenly a slightly shaky, old voice spoke up from the staircase. He noticed it was the personal attendee of his father, Thomas.

"Hmm," Irvyn let out a deep hum and nodded his head. And with one glance at her, he was able to make Yvette take the hint. She immediately stepped ahead, standing by his side, and both of them followed the old attendee at a slow pace, going up the stairs.

"Mom! What's this bullshit here now?" Emily shouted out at her mother, as soon as Irvyn and Yvette walked away.

"How should I know? Didn't you see it as well? As if your brother ever thinks of us as his family to bother informing," Stella got angrier by each second, the more her memory kept resurfacing the taunt and insult she faced just now. "How dare she talk like this to me, ME?"

"That's what happens when you pick up some garbage from the road and decorate it in your house like some kind of rare find. How disgusting," Emily sounded disgusted even recalling the encounter with Yvette.

"Ah, now now, babe," Glen cut in between, pulling Emily into a hug. "Don't stress yourself out badmouthing someone now, you are going to get headaches."

"I was just stating facts, babe," Emily immediately dropped her voice into a mellow tone, acting all innocent and soft towards her husband. "You know how rough my relationship is with her, right?"

"Yes, yes. But Yvette is a good friend of mine, right?" Glen patted her head, while speaking. "So, just let this slide."

Emily decided to give in for now. No use arguing themselves over someone who is as insignificant as Yvette herself.

– – – – – –

"Sir, we are here," Old attendee Thomas gave a little knock on the door of the study room before speaking up. And in response to that, a strong heavy voice spoke up from behind the doors.

"Come in."

Yvette slightly trembled by the voice, she wouldn't lie, it was really deep and scary, to the point that she wouldn't dare to go in if she was all alone. But since she was with two people right now, and equally intimidating as someone like Irvyn, she can rest assured that she can get used to it.

Thomas showed the way ahead for them, and Irvyn walked in, with Yvette following him right beside. As soon as they entered, a brightly lit room came into the view, with large shelves standing proudly behind, and a huge table in front of them. A man, presumably in his early 60s, was sitting just behind the huge table, with a book in his hands, and a rimless glasses on his eyes, holding itself on the bridge of his nose. But above everything, Yvette's eyes caught on something beyond those.

"They have the same eyes," she thought to herself. The sharp gaze landing on anything before those eyes, while having such bright and clear golden eyes glistening like amber was hard to ignore for her.

"Reason behind calling us up here?" Irvyn asked when he noticed the man didn't speak up at all even though he noticed them.

"Where are the greetings, young man?" The man raised his eyes from the book, looking straight at Irvyn through his glasses. And that very glance confirmed Yvette's previous deduction. Now that she notices, they do give the same intimidating aura to people.

Irvyn let out a sigh, pressing his forehead with his fingers. "What use of it, if we both know that wouldn't be genuine anyway, father?"

Irvyn's father glared at his son, who didn't even bother to give a look back to his father. Dejectedly, his eyes trailed back at the woman beside his young son. And as soon as Yvette felt the gaze on her, she stood straight immediately, bowing a little afterwards.

"Good evening, Mr. Collins. It's a great pleasure to meet you," Yvette spoke up, trying to hide the tremble and nervousness in her voice as much as she could. She expected any kind of response from him, but he just kept looking at her way, with that glare of his. Guess the great owner of the biggest automobile company, Mr. David Collins indeed the most intimidating person as the news and magazines say.

"Irvyn. I have some reports needs to be fetched from the hospital. Bring those to me." David looked back to the book in his hands, while saying this out of nowhere.

"What? Reports? But father, why should I be the one bringing those to you? You have your driver to do so." Irvyn was taken aback by the sudden order he got from his father. Does he even realize his son has come for dinner after years? Guess not.

"If my driver is the one who gets to bring my reports from the hospital, why do I have my son then? I shouldn't have raised you at all, right?" David's voice filled with anger, going deeper than previously. But surprisingly, his voice didn't rise up even a little bit. Yvette didn't know sounding angry without getting the voice louder was even possible.

"As if you ever raised me at all," Irvyn muttered in a low voice, to which Yvette was able to listen. She couldn't figure out if she should've listened to something internal about their family. But by the look of it, he indeed doesn't get along with anyone in his family.

"Fine, I'll bring that to you after I drop her home," Irvyn gave in, not in the mood or energy to argue with this person anymore. He knows that anything he says, this man before him will disregard that every time. It has been this way from the beginning.

"Right now, Irvyn!" David roared, with all seriousness in his voice. "And I have a little talk with the young lady here, so it's perfect time to leave us alone, don't you think so?"

"Like hell I am letting you to do that!" This time, Irvyn got mad at his father, as his eyebrows furrowed deep in the middle of his forehead. "If this is why you are getting me out of the house, you are so not getting to do this filthy trick of yours again."