Draining Mr. Brainy -(DA series book 1)

Chapter 3

Tiny Point of View

"Revenge?"

"Reevenge?" Both Human Sculpture and non-King gasped at same time with non-king being a little exaggerated with his reaction.

"MEOW Meeowww" I replied back with a deadly confirmation.

"Yes revenge" Soul translated my meows for the duo men who are new to my language.

Human sculpture and Non-King looked at each other for a minute and turned back to me, giving me a look of ridicule.

"You want my help to exact your revenge?" Human Sculpture almost confirmed his own statement but I still nodded my head.

Receiving enough nodding from my end, he silently turned to Quince for further explanation.

"My sister, here, is a fresh out graduate, who, along with Soul and two other friends, started a small firm as a team of Investment advisors. It all started a few weeks backs when she suddenly discovered and predicted a sudden change in the stocks that might affect the Allard Incorporation badly if not taken care of soon." Quince started to give the gist of the incidents as I proceed with my duty of nodding at them all along.

"So she went ahead to warn the authorities of the Allard groups?" Non-King asked looking very much interested.

To be honest, the ever stony and cold icy sculpture of Mr. Zorion Nigel also has his eyes narrowed at the ongoing conversation and on the narrator. He might look uncaring but as a girl who knew him from past several minutes, I can easily see the word 'intrigued' in bold letter, only with an invisible ink.

"Warn and provide help as well. As you already know that Tiny has always had her hands busy with helping everyone. She approached with intention – good intentions of warning them and help them as much as she can to come over the possible hurdle but –"

"She was thrown out?" Human sculpture said in as-a-matter of tone; to which Quince gave a small nod. "Expected."

"They are called the great Allard group for a reason. They have a strong force in the business world and the Chairperson/President of the groups is widely popular for her businessman-ship. How dare you, a fresh graduate with meager knowledge butt yourself into their company issues? You think they would not notice such a thing without your special input?" My God! This was the longest I heard him ever talk.

Even in his interviews, he would give syllable or one phrase answers. Did I cause his vocal cords to exercise a little more?

Am I the reason – a sweet reason for him to open that mouth and speak such long passage with that amazing raspy tone?

Did I finally find a safe and a pleasant way to melt down my annoying stock of earwax?

"You know, this is the longest I've heard you talk. Your voice has a melting affect on me." I spoke out realizing I'm not meowing anymore since I'm talking about Human sculpture but not the Allard's.

If anyone has a kaleidoscope and use it to dive into my eyes, then they would find a milky way of stars sparkling just for the statue sitting in front of me.

The victim of my admiration cleared his throat and coughed lightly before avoiding to look anywhere towards me.

"Getting back, we told her the same too." Quince continued, glaring at me to restrain myself. "But by then she has already set her mind to help them. She, being a new Investments advisor, added to the problem even more. Her zeal to help their company crossed the galaxy by the time we could pacify her passion."

"Let me get this straight," Non-King started with a frown, animatedly waving his hands. "You want revenge from the Allards' because they did not accept your help? What kind of creature you are? Help rejected, you meow; help ignored, you want revenge?" Well my thirst for revenge is not based on their refusal though.