Human market.

Vassal Fred Handrick.

Chapter 7.

Black vassals are the 9 most important people in the city who administer justice on behalf of Edward Reingard. Like numbered aristocrats, their importance was also marked with letters: A) Bickslow. B) Vanergaster. C) Flaminaria. D) Jake Norton. E) Bryce Fullstream. F) Linda Joy. G) Sara Mina. H) Fred Handrick. I) Rooseveld Jörg Grand Volmach.

From A to I. The first three had no real names, only pseudonyms. Even the other vassals did not know their names.

The carriers of the letters from E to I changed from time to time. Because there was a struggle between them too. The more power, money, loyalty and contribution to the development of the human market they contributed, the higher they rose. Only the first four were inviolable.

Bank head office, on Reynesbrad Street. Belonged to the most evil, greedy and meanest of black vassals, Fred Handrick. It was in his numbered list of aristocrats that Meybi Cullen was listed.

"Mr. Handrick. Received a monthly report from numbers."

"And what are you waiting for? Throw my mail."

The secretary immediately ran to her computer, put it together and sent it in one file. This fat and fearsome vassal is definitely in a bad mood.

"And so, let's see how you please me today."

I opened the files and started flipping through them. You could tell from his face that he didn't see anything good there. Only I was even more disappointed. In the reports, there are not only disadvantages, but losses. With such indicators, Fred can be at the very bottom. And even more than that, they will lose their status.

"What the hell? They mock me. Quickly collect all the license plates in the office. Today. At 18:00 and without delay."

Handriсk shouted to the whole bank. It was necessary to take serious measures and get out of this situation.

"Wake up mister. The vassal is calling you."

"Aaaa, now I’ll sleep for another five seconds."

The first number was asleep and simply ignored the words spoken by the servant. The most carefree aristocrat of all license plates.

"Good afternoon, I came with a message from Fred Handrick."

"Again. I'm too lazy to go. I do not want to."

The third also refused to attend the event. She didn't care about the affairs of the vassal.

"I arrived…."

"Shut your mouth. I already know."

Interrupted, the messenger and number 2 were ready. Rick Lou Son. I was about to leave the mansion. This sycophant would do everything to please the master and improve his position.

Meybi, at this time, leisurely, went shopping and chose gifts for her servants. She was always on her mind and did not care about the rules and orders, but some things still needed to be done. Otherwise, you could lose your number, but she doesn't need it now.

"That's right. That's it. I'm going to please my kids."

And in the mansion, everything was already glistening with cleanliness and the servants loitering in the corners, not knowing what to do with themselves. We did our best.

"Let's play poker. There is nothing to do anyway."

"I'm not against it."

"I also."

"I'll just sit and watch."

Sylvia alone did not like this aristocratic fun. In her opinion, there was no point in the game. Just a waste of big money. At least that's what she thought.

"I'm at home." Cullen said, standing in the hallway.

"We are folding."

They wanted to quickly cover their tracks and hide their relaxed state. The lady went into the living room, where, in fact, all four were.

"And what are we doing here?" Meybi asked politely.

"We work madam." The servants spoke with one voice.

"I see. Purely. Well done."

In the blink of an eye, she put things down, moved behind them and snatched the cards from her hands.

"And what's that?"

"We apologize, madam."

The whole group lowered their heads and bowed. They were scared, usually for such slackness, the servants were immediately punished, and they also lied, doubly screwed up.

"I do not scold you. You did a great job. In your free time, you can do whatever you want. But don't you dare to lie to me anymore. This is clear to you. I will not tolerate lies in my home."

Cullen angrily changed his tone at the end. She really didn’t like being deceived, especially by her environment. For that, she could have been killed. Truth is forgiven for the first time.

"We promise. No more."

"Well, that's nice. Keep your presents, and I'll go. Sylvia get ready. You come with me too."

"Yes Milady."

The guys started looking at their gifts and were grateful to Meybi for her care. Only now did they not like that Sylvia had a completely different gift. Not the same as theirs. They didn’t say it aloud, but mentally they hated it even more.

"Why would she do that?"

"Why is she better than us?"

"Yes, what a person she is."

The aristocrat and the maid left the house, and the time was already late. It was just necessary to already be the head office of the bank. The meeting was about to begin. Exactly 18:00 on the clock struck.

"Madam. Where are we going?"

"To a meeting of numbered aristocrats to my vassal. It has already begun."

"Oh no. It means we are late. Let's hurry, because the beginning is at 6 pm."

"Walk at a calm pace. They will wait. I'm not going to adjust to others."

Meybi Cullen's insolence is great. She didn't even think to hurry. Walking at a relaxed pace, showing the sights on Reynesbrad Street. In this part of the city, Sylvia had not been able to visit in her entire life.

"Wait for me here. You can't go further."

"Yes Milady."

She left her maid at the entrance to the bank and took the elevator to Fred's office. The time was already 19:00. I was almost one hour late.

"Where are they? I ask where the first and the third are."

Shouted like an abnormal Handrick. All the license plates shuddered.

"We do not know the master. Please don't be nervous."

The aristocrats tried to calm this fat body, fearing his anger.

"Fine. The third is almost out of the game, and all because of the usual report, which is to write a couple of hours of business, no more. It remains to pierce her again and that's it. Hello, free space."

Rick Lou Son, sarcastically rejoiced inwardly. His long labors will soon be rewarded and he will be able to promote his relatives. Precisely, for this, after all, he needs to make room for the third.

"An hour ago, everything should have started."

"Knock Knock. Can. Sorry, I'm late. I looked after gifts for my new servants in the store. And at the same time, I bought different things for myself."

She came in with a smile on her face as if nothing had happened. Quite a comical situation, but since the others also hated it, they just looked at the scythe and said nothing. Only one, the number 6 pro, smiled quietly. So much so that no one saw them.

"Gifts mean. Have you seen your report?"

But Handrik could not restrain himself and decided to tell her a couple of gentle ones. After all, his place was burning now, more than anyone else.

"Yes. Is there something wrong with him?"

"It's empty. Empty you understand. Nothing is written there at all. Another misstep by Meybi Cullen and by the laws of the human market, I swear I'll take your license plate off."

"Okay, boss."

Unbreakable woman. None of it. She went to the table at which the second person was sitting. With such a simple and calm gait, without feeling pressure at all, although it came from Fred. All other aristocrats are scared as hell.

"I'll sit down?"

"Sit down."

She sat down next to Rick Lou Son. Showing with all its appearance. "Well, let's try to throw me off this place". Reading it like an open book. She had long ago learned about all the intrigues that were being built behind her back.

“What a look? How I hate this woman."

"Mutually."

"What? I didn't say anything." I was surprised at the second word that came from the lips of Kalen.

"But you thought."

How does she do it? Neither Rick nor Fred could understand.

"Shopping mall. And the first is not yet."

"Yes, here I am, here. Uncle Fred. Aaaah. Sleep hunting."

He fell into the room like a bag, number 1. This is the vassal's nephew, Uzi Handrick , also a strange character, although in fact he is completely harmless. He doesn't think about anything, doesn't do anything. Just walking, hanging out, spending money and living life. Place it just for show. Uncle Fred always does everything for him.

"Sit down."

"And what, at least an important meeting, or so simply with tongues, decided to scratch."

He blurted out without thinking.

"Ahhah, you're funny as always. Uzi."

"Oh, Meybi, and you are here. They haven't gotten rid of you yet. Well, don't care. I'll sit down."

"Yes, of course."

They chatted nicely, not paying attention to others at all. These were the only two people who were not at all interested in the event.

"Dear nephew, am I bothering you?" Fred asked menacingly.

"Yes, tell me." Uzi answered him with a sneer.

"Pkhhahahha." Meybi laughed out loud again.

"Hmm, and so. Have you seen your report?"

"Well, I wrote there. Vaughn Meybi passed completely empty."

"And what did you write there? "Hi. How's Uncle Fred doing? "" And this is your report?"

"Well, yes, not empty."

"Ahhhahahahaha. Well, you're just burning today, kid. For a long time I didn’t laugh out loud."

Cullen, Handrick's nephew, who made up the congregation, doesn't get it. Others just stared angrily and glared at them.

"In general, so. If you don't want to raise your level with your brains, you will act differently. At the end of the month, or to be more precise. After 25 days. The IPPI organization will make its move and attack me. Our task is to grab every single one and give it to our venerable head. This will increase our location and, thus, we will restore our position. If you make a mistake, I will begin to get rid of not only the third, but all the other license plates, everyone is clear."

"Yes."

So the vassal knew about the plan that the enemy were preparing for him. But only yesterday was it fully prepared in the garage. But what now? If Handrick is prepared, will the organization have a chance to win?

"That's all. You can diverge."

We got up from their chairs and headed for the exit. The second went to the third and whispered in their ear.

“You don’t have long to laugh."

And passed by. She strongly ignored his new threat. Rick Lou Son says this all the time, but in the end she is still in her place. She was more pleased with the thought that soon she would meet with her first love again.

“Fel. You're there. I know it. We will meet with you again very soon, my boy."

She went downstairs, took Sylvia and walked out of the bank.

"How did it go, madam?"

"Yes, as usual, they told all sorts of garbage. Bla, bla and bla. In general, the boredom is complete."

In the second, I did not lag behind in any way and watched her leave with a new servant.

"So now she leads another servant with her and communicates as with a friend. It used to be our criminal. Quickly she. Or is it a diversion? Something is not clean here. It is necessary to check this too. Meybi, I'll take her place faster than I expected."

Lale returned to the mansion. The first thing she did was to go to Fel, because she had said a lot of unnecessary things at parting.

"Well, I'm back. And I stay."