Little Aaron

Date: 30/11/2024

Location: Canary Wharf, London

Canary Wharf was the area of London where anyone and everyone that lived there was rich. All the brats of those billionaires would be booted from the luxury flat and into one boarding school or another.

"This meal is amazing Arnold" Aaron could feel himself getting uncomfortably full but couldn't stop eating. Arnold the Butler was just about finished with his own meal.

"I am surprised you managed to keep all that down master Aaron" Arnold stood and walked over to Aarons side of the table. "You don't have to finish it now sir, I can put some to one side" Arnold put his hand out with his palm facing up towards the ceiling.

"We should set you up on one of those food apps" Aaron got out his smartphone, opening the app store. "People would place the order and the app provides the drivers to deliver it" Aaron could see that his loyal servant wasn't too keen on the idea.

"Maybe you could do that when you've learnt to cook this yourself" Arnold said in a patronising tone.

"You know who'd love this too?" Aaron asks.

"You know your father is busy Master Aaron, best not to disturb him at this hour" Arnold walked with the dirty dishes into the kitchen.

"BUT OT FIVE IN THE EVENING" Aaron shouts in the directed of Arnold. He moved closer to the kitchen till he could see Arnold doing the dishes.

"You may want to get your suit ready master Aaron" Aaron's expression went from amusement to that of disappointment.

"Why do I have to go again?" Aaron moved further into the kitchen. "I thought Dad was an angel investor anyway"

"it doesn't hurt to show your face master Aaron, plus there a lot of young ladies there around your age" Arnold turned his head and winked.

"I'm not eighteen yet, I'm basically jailbait" Aaron joked.

The gala was being hosted within the confines of Stellar international's function hall situated in their head office had a beautiful view of London of a sunset. With the limo pulling up to the front of the office building preparations were underway for the arrival of the angel investors arrival.

"All this for you Dad" Aaron commented. "Its mad out there isn't it Arni" Aaron looked towards the front of the vehicle.

"It's very busy indeed sir" Arnold looked nervous whenever he was around Mr Welling who'd just looked up from his phone to look out the window.

"Do that tie again lad, looks too short" Mr Welling ordered his son.

"But it's the fashion dad" Aaron had always talked back to his father regardless of what the outcome might be. The stare he received from his him was as intense as ever..

"When you go to these things on your own, then you can decide how you look" Mr Welling commented. "Until then Aaron, you will not present yourself like a wanna be rockstar." Mr Welling looked back out the window as the security guard came to open the door for him.

"Can I get a bodyguard too Dad?"

"Whatever for? Are you important now?" Mr Welling said as he stepped out of the door.

Luckily for them, the HQ had it out set of secret entrances which made it ever so easy to slip in. This time though Aaron and his father were to go through the visitors entrance.

Aaron soon followed soon after with Arnold. The lobby of the building was redecorated recently due to a technical fault last months and with His dad offering to fund it all, they could hardly say no.

"What does this company even do Arni?" Aaron asked his butler. Arnold was more than just the family butler, in another life he was a bodyguard for British royalty and on occasion visiting diplomats.

"They make weapons my young sir" Arnold was a wealth of knowledge on such matters and when Aaron wanted to do things like paint balling or a day of Airsoft. Arnold would ensure that Aaron would always hit his mark.

Though Aaron was seventeen that didn't stop the women clearly in their mid-twenties from awing at him as he walked into the function hall.

"Is that Mr Welling's son?" whispered one women as Aaron walked past them.

"He is cute" another said but this time at her normal volume.

"He definitely gets his looks from his dad" another says.

"I guess there's always plastic surgery if I didn't want to look like my dad anymore" Aaron shot the comment towards Arnold who was trying his best to keep a straight face.

"So what sort of weapons does this company make Arni?" Aaron asked his butler. Arnold was fixated on the ad poster in front of him that read "You want Stellar Equipment?" and below that "Call Our Office for a free Quotation" followed by the company contact number.

"These guys don't just sell the odd weapon rifle to some random bloke master Aaron" his voice wavered. "They set their "customers" up with enough kit to arm a nations military" He finished.

There was a shady looking man watching them intently. Aaron had noticed him but a moment ago before looking at the poster. The man struts towards the pair.

"Aaron Welling is it?" He said in his thick American accent and without giving a chance for a rejection he says, "What a lovely event."

Aaron who was still imaging what kind of person would buy what Stellar was selling turned his head slightly to see who it was. "Sorry mate, but I'm not speaking to the press" Aaron responded making sure to show his distaste for journalists.

"My names Dustin Weston" the man pulls out a business card. " I'm a private investigator, you may have heard of me" Dustin stood at ease as he spoke. "I just wanted to ask a few questions, that's if you've got the time?"

Aaron gave the signal to his loyal companion that he wanted to leave this man's company as soon as possible so they both left him where he was stood without saying a word.

"Fucking brat" Dustin muttered.

"I HEARD THAT!" Aaron said as he walked away. "AND I TRUST YOU KNOW WHERE THE EXIT IS DETECTIVE" Aaron couldn't hide the fact that he enjoyed as little.

This wasn't Aarons first time dealing with people that wanted to ask questions, but with there only being two members in his family. It was either him they tried to probe or his Dad, who nobody had the balls to anger apart from Aaron of course. He was trained well in avoiding questions and if he somehow couldn't shake a pest Arnold would step in, which hardly ever happened.

Aaron made his way over to the bar and periodically looked back at the PI (Private Investigator) as he got further away. "Do you know what sort of questions he was going to ask Arnold?" Aaron glanced over towards his dad who was entertaining an extreme attractive women, she was so beautiful in fact that he could feel his heart skip a beat.

"Please wait here for me sir, I've got to inform your father about our unwanted guest" Aaron grabbed Arnolds arm.

"And why do you have to tell him" Arnold tugged his arm free from Aarons tight grip, ignoring the question and proceeded to Mr Wellings side.

"No matter what happens, he'll forever be my dad lap dog wont he" Aaron thought to himself. Now feeling uneasy Aaron leant on the bar and got the Bar tenders attention.

"Mango Juice please mate" Aaron gestured that he wanted to order a pint which thankfully the Bartender understood. A blonde-haired lady has caught his attention and approached young Aaron.

"My names Tiffany" She brought up her hand to show him the back of it.

"She's got to be in her mid-forties at least" Aaron thought to himself as he kissed the back of her hand.

"Aaron Welling"

"Oh I know who you are" She seemed almost smitten with him.

"Trust me, I'm not much like my dad" Aaron commented then took a sip of his refreshing beverage. "Don't you have anything better to do than chat up a minor?" he smiled at her knowing that he may have struck a nerve. She didn't seem phased. "It must be all the wine" he thought. Aaron pointed to his drink. "You want one?" he asked.

"I'll have a red wine please babes" Aaron cringed at the sound of being called "Babes" by a women with an Essex accent. Aaron ordered the drink and makes it clear that its not for him. As a teenager it surprised people that he wasn't into have the cheeky drink from time to time but for him it was about keeping a clear head at all times.

Tiffany received her wine as she was fishing around her purse for something. Aaron found the look of concentration on her face to be entertaining.

After finding what she was looking for, Tiffany asked "You fancy coming out with me babes" he cringed again.

"Nah I'm good, you crack on sweetheart" Aaron didn't know what world this women was living in as she seemed extremely happy.

"I'll be back babes" Aaron saw this as his time to slip away into the crowd and find a place where he could think for a few minutes. He'd identified his nearest exit but didn't know where it would lead to as he'd never been on this floor before tonight. He moved off as he saw Tiffany walking drunkenly back to the bar. "Fucking dodged a bullet there didn't I" Aaron thought.

The hall was filling up more and more by the minute, Aaron was feeling anxious with all the eyes on him as he continued towards the exit before bumping into someone he knew very well.

"I didn't know you were invited Miss Wilson" Aaron started to blush. Miss Wilson was the teacher that his Dad had hired for his Home schooling.

"Nice to see you young man, how are you finding the evening?" She asked. Aaron always choked on his words around her. She was the ultimate male students teacher. Blue eyes, Blond hair and a pair of breasts that weren't too big or small, they were just right of him.

"Yes Miss" He nodded enthusiastically. She stood there with a smile that was making him melt. "It would be great if you'd join me in the toilets" Aaron thought, knowing that she'd probably scream and he'd be escorted out if he actually said that out loud.

"Find me later and we'll have a dance, how about that?" She was such a tease.

"Yes miss" he responded. "Why is it that its only teachers in the greatest country in the world sleep with their student, that never happens here" he thought to himself. Aaron had made it to the door without getting aroused at the thought of dancing with his teacher.

"Quite a pretty girl isn't she" Said a voice out of nowhere. "The corridor is empty so where did the words come from" He thought.

"Who's there?" maybe he was just hearing things, after a second he moved towards the toilets.

"Go to the lift" The voice instructed. Aaron halted.

"I'm not fucking about mate, where are you?" this was frustrating. The lift could be heard opening behind him.

"Hear me out, then you can go for a piss" The voice sounded like a women with a soft Irish accent. Hesitantly Aaron turned around keeping his ears out for any more instructions.

The Lift was empty. He steps inside and the door close almost immediately.

"Press B8 Aaron" The voice instructs.

"But I need a key to go that far down" As Aaron spoke the button for Basement level eight lit up.

"Not this time my son" He did as he was told.

As he dived deeper and deeper down into the depths of the building he couldn't help but feel comforted by the voice he'd heard. He felt like it should sound familiar to him somehow.

"Who are you?" He asked the voice. He waited a few seconds before giving up on an answer. He'd reached B8.

The Ding was as it would be on any other floor but this was far from what he'd thought he'd see. "What is this place?" Aaron thought as he stepped off the elevator. " it's a temple of some kind" he commented aloud

In the distance at the far end of the main chamber he could see a red light upon a pedestal. "And what is that?" he spoke aloud again.

"Come on Aaron don't be shy" The voice was but a whisper now. Aaron could see the light getting brighter and brighter as he slowly took each step towards it.

"What is this place?" Aaron asked the voice again to no answer. "Listen, I know you can hear me" Aaron was feeling scarred now. "ANSWER ME DAMMIT!" he shouted. With being met with nothing he'd decided that whatever this was that it wasn't for him.

"WAIT!"

"How is it going to be, I'm not going to be ordered around if you don't tell me why or where the fuck I am" Aaron knew he was making sense. He turned to the direction of the light and it began to move towards him. He ran back toward the lift but was paralyzed with fear.