Embrace Of The Lucifer

Chapter 6

August.

The entire home was spotless, the floors were sparkling, every corner of the house had been washed,

and the old sofa-covers had been replaced with brand-new ones with new cushions. After hours of

cleaning and cooking, the servants were all exhausted.

Adrian wanted to be comforted about the cleanliness and decorations of the entire house after Martha

reminded them that Lucifer’s birthday was only two days away and that there would be a large number

of visitors Lucifer’s friends. The color scheme was gold and silver.

Earlier in the day, a few men came to the estate to measure the size of the golden-colored drapes that

would be required to decorate the hall. August was never a lover of golden hues; she adored silver, but

golden was simply a filthy form of muddy yellow to her. She like lighter hues. Her jaw dropped open as

she noticed the glittering gold drapes falling down the creamy white walls. Her entire perspective was

transformed in a matter of minutes. It was breathtakingly gorgeous, as if the house were made of gold

with a sprinkling of silver glitter on top. It didn’t seem overly sparkly or too plain, but the appropriate

amount of basic gold and silver complexion.

“Where’s your mind at?” Venessa asked breaking her thoughts.

“Oh, nothing”, August whispered. They were in a room where Martha informed them to wait for her.

Nobody knew why.

“Why do you think Martha called us for?” August asked Venessa. She just shrugged her shoulders and

responded. “I don’t really know.”

After a few minutes, they heard footsteps approaching the room. The door opened, and a man in his

late forties entered, holding a large suitcase and accompanying Martha.

'What’s in that bag?' August thought that to herself.

“Sorry girls, you all have to wait here for a long time,” Martha said and smiled.

“You all must be thinking about what is in this bag. As you all know that master’s birthday is coming and

that there will be a party. He wanted all of us to be well dressed and this bag has lots of beautiful

dresses for you girls,” she said.

It was one of the benefits of having wealthy owners; the employees got to wear things they never

imagined they’d get to wear, and if they were lucky, they got to eat meals they’d never eaten before.

Some girls were speculating about how elegant the outfits would be, while others were relieved that

they would be able to wear anything other than a body-fitting maid attire. August hoped for the same

thing.

“Silence girls,” everyone obeyed.

“Master doesn’t want any of the maids to look bad because people love to criticize the smallest defect

in the party and will turn them into a vast problem. We must not forget that we’re working for one of the

top billionaires of this country, so we have to look smart and behave smartly. And trust me when I say

this, if you do anything wrong, master will not hesitate to punish you,” she warned the girls. August

gulped in fright.

'He would punish us? I don’t even want to imagine what punishment we might receive if we do anything

wrong.'

“You remember what happened last time?” She questioned.

'Last time? What happened last time?'

August had a clue but didn’t bother asking Martha about it at the moment because the last thing she

wanted to do was humiliate herself in front of everyone. Martha proceeded to lay down the ground rules

for everyone.

“Okay. So, girls, you can see your dresses now,” she stated that when she opened the bag. She took

out all of the outfits. The maids were dressed in a royal blue formal blouse and a jet-black pencil skirt.

August was handed her dress, and her fingers caressed the fabrics, which were delicate and practically

melted beneath her touch. She’d never worn something like it before. Previously, she wore modest

sundresses or sweater and sweatpants at Miss Garcia’s residence.

The attraction of the garment captivated the girls. It was beautiful. Her smile faded as she saw herself

in that stunning outfit. She didn’t have a physique that guys would like; she’d never worn a swimsuit

before, and she’d never gone to the gym to achieve a good shape. To August, her body type was

unimpressive.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? ” Venessa asked her with a grin.

“Yes. It’s just so beautiful. But I wonder why would he choose such an expensive outfit for us? I mean

we’re just maids,” August asked her. Vanessa chuckled and replied.

“It’s just the beginning, my dear August. You don’t know what else he could do to prove to everyone

who he really is,” she frowned at Vanessa’s remark, what did she mean? She thought Lucifer must love

showing off his money to the media. She had read magazines before about it. However, Martha

commanded them to get back to work.

Lucifer

“So that’s the theme, did you like it?” Adrian inquired. He appeared to be a shambles, as if he hadn’t

had enough sleep in a few days. His hair was a tangled mess, and his shirt buttons dangled from his

shirt. 'Did he get into a fight on the way to my office?'

He had been blabbering about the theme and the decorations for over an hour which irritated Lucifer.

“Adrian, I told you to do what you want. Just don’t disturb me,” he spat at his friend.

“Come on man just look at the theme it’s so elegant and it will be mentioned in the invitation card and

there is something I have selected for your workers,” he said ruffling through the papers in his hand

and pulled out a paper, presenting it on Lucifer’s desk.

“What is it?” Lucifer asked taking the paper from the desk.

“This is what the maids are going to wear. I didn’t sync them with guards as they will be wearing plain

boring black as usual,” he said and rolled his eyes.

Lucifer looked at the clothing ideas and immediately wondered how August might appear in them. The

diamond silver top was paired with a black skirt. His eyes darkened at the notion of the garment suiting

her figure and framing her figure.

“What’s wrong, man? You don’t like it?” Adrian questioned raising his eyebrow.

“No, it’s alright,” he replied plainly.

“Just send the outfits to my dad’s house, the maids will take care of it.”

“I already did that, I had Martha inform me everything I needed to know to stitch the clothes in just a

few days...” Lucifer excused himself with a nod of his head. After Adrian departed, he returned to work

and prepared himself for the meeting.

He picked up the phone and dialed his assistant’s number.

“Yes sir?” He replied instantly.

“Are they here already?”

“No sir, they will be here in ten minutes,” his assistant replied.

“Okay. Don’t forget to inform me,” he remarked as he hung up the phone. He was preparing for the

meeting. A firm was eager to sign a contract with the Knights, so they arranged for a meeting. Lucifer

was never a man who would deal with any firm easily, so they had to wait a long time to have an

appointment with him.

After thirty minutes, his assistant called to let him know they were on their way. He left his chamber and

walked into the conference room, barging in without greeting anyone. He sat down in his usual chair.

The two guys cleaned their throats uncomfortably.

The man named Anderson was the first person to speak up, “It’s so nice to see you, Mr. Knight. we’re

glad that you could make it,” he said with a smile which Lucifer never returned.

His smile faded and he cleared his throat once again, “Sir, you already know the reason why we’ve

come here. Our company is not in a good state right now; we are in debt. We wanted another company

to merge with us so that we could get some help and we cannot think of anyone better than you,” he

explained. His tone was almost begging Lucifer to help him out.

Lucifer was silent for a moment and then asked, “Well, can I see your financial statement?” Anderson

nodded and handed Lucifer the file. He opened up the file and started examining it. 'Does this man

really know how to run a business?! This is terrible!'

Lucifer closed the file and placed it on the table. “Well, Mr. Anderson, I see that your financial statement

is very bad. I cannot take any risk working with you.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He looked at Lucifer with a horrid expression.

“S-sir please we’ve come here with a lot of hope, please don’t do this to us, sir,” he pleaded. Lucifer

stared at him with no emotion.

“I have a condition,” he said. He stared at Lucifer with confusion. “What condition?” He asked.

“As you know, if I help your company, your company is surely going to become a success. So, in this

case, the profit that the company will receive, you will have to share with my company.”

“Of course, Sir. How much do you want?”

“60% of it will be mine,” the man was stunned. The other man beside him wanted to protest but

stopped when his eyes met Lucifer’s.

“Y-yes Sir. Thank you,” Anderson said.

“You may leave now, Mr. Anderson,” Lucifer told him. They stood up and walked away a few seconds

later. His companionship was worthless to Lucifer. However, the amount of share he requested was

sufficient.

It was finally time to leave the workplace. Because his friend had arranged an unwelcome party, he

needed to remain at his father’s house as the party would be hosted there. And staying there meant

seeing her all the time.