CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 38: OLD AND NEW RIVALRIES PART 1.

The bold nonchalant statement of N’Ïrk, is a shocking tremor for a few of the ladies in the office. Not many have the Guts, Power or Status to stand their ground, or retort back an argument against Hát’Thöry.

Nevertheless, a piercing gaze from the young man is enough authority to instill Dyll’Phá’s obedience.

She remains in silence, accepting the unexpected decision that was imposed over her.

Dyll’Phá moves quietly, her serious, focused gracefulness is hypnotic, but her smooth and demure demeanor becomes spellbounding when she stands firm and resolute behind the young man, portraying the image of a beautiful and dutiful bodyguard, just like she is supposed to be for Gagk’Xannia and N’Ïrk.

"Is this the camaraderie you were talking about, Older Sister?. Poaching potential subordinates from another fellow Directive among the Fraternity’s Higher Ranks?".

The Maiden speaking up, is a living copy of Myrrha Ma’ájesh. Her youngest sibling, Mayrzzya Ma’ájesh.

Wavy dark chocolate hair, with a blue strand and green underhair, green eyes, a perfect silhouette but wilth a youthful, yet naive innocence, rather than the mature bearing that surrounds Myrrha.

Their clothes are matching, sweaterdresses of black and blue fabric with a brown leather belt.

However, Mayrzzya’s lips are dark magenta, and she wears a simple black choker. While Myrrha has obscure dark brown lips, and the choker in her neck is brown with a blue gem, showing her engagement with Norlan Krïegdörn.

Inhaling deeply, Myrrha sighs, murmuring with an almost inaudible murmur. "Why am i not surprised?". She rise her voice. "You are mistaken".

Then, a flat punctuation that is almost hurtful is enunciated by Norlan’s fiancee. "As you always are, My Stupidly Arrogant Little Sister. Now shut up, and stop taking hasty measures, or quick half assessed judgments. This bad habit of your’s, is what gets you into exasperating dumb troubles, and here in the Intercultural Academy. I won’t always be present, or available, to get you out of the shit you love to delve in".

{Wow!. Myrrha seemed more modest and approachable during the Meeting. Perhaps the Foreman Norlan wasn’t exaggerating, nor strutting, when he said that his fiancee was very into him. She is like another person!}

"I didn’t expect much from you, Harvester Hát’Thöry, but you have so little control over your subordinates, that is as impressive, as it is repulsive".

The door of the Office opens, dismaying N’Ïrk with confusion, he closed that door, and Hát’Thöry did not allowed the red skinned female with violet lavender hair, to enter in the chamber, yet, she just crossed the frame without the door’s Emeneld stopping her.

"N’Ïrk is not my subordinate, Harvester Å’Vría. He is my equal, just like you. And i did not bring Dyll’Phá Carionni to serve on my Floor. I invited her to meet again with N’Ïrk, he was being protective".

{More like demanding. *Sigh*. I suppose it’s kinda my own fault. The message Hát’Thöry sent me, must contain an explanation about her intentions}

"However. I prefer to not be nosy about this matters, to avoid troubles, but thanks to Vörnea and Myrrha, rumors reached the ears of my subordinates".

Both ladies have a smuggling smile, enjoying the sight of Hát’Thöry struggling with her inexperience in relationships, oblivious of how to have a casual conversation with N’Ïrk, attempting to save tho young man’s face without looking too desperated or urged.

"I don’t like to investigate others, but my subordinates are very protective of me, they pried as much as they could, and gather everything available about you, N’Ïrk. I apologize for that".

Hát’Thöry lowers her head slightly, repenting for the invasion to the man’s privacy. What displeases Harvester Å’Vría. Her fury is so visible that the muscles on her pretty face are pulsing strongly with the accelerated blood flow in her veins.

"You don’t have to excuse yourself, or those on your care, Hát’Thöry". Calmly says N’Ïrk, relaxing on the comfortable seat. "I don’t see what is the problem. Your subordinates respect you to such an extent, that they care about your well-being. «Better safe than sorry». Right?. They simply stick to what every Prepper should represent. So. Their behavior is understandable, commendable, and even enviable. Besides. I have nothing to hide, if you want to know anything else, as long as it’s about me, feel free to ask".

"I will N’Ïrk. Are you free tomorrow during the evening?".

"Indeed. Are we going to have a meal?. Or is a Dinner?".

A strong stamp on the floor draws the attention towards the Harvester Å’Vría. It is an open secret that she has romantic feelings for Hát’Thöry, interfering with anyone who dares to court the Treasurer.

"You snogged a disgusting obese Hybrid in the park, and now you plan to contaminate and corrupt «My Hát’Thöry»?!".

The Treasurer slams her palms in her desk standing with ignited fury. "Where is the proof that i am your’s?!. There isn’t anything?!. That’s what i thought!. I am a free, untouched Maiden, and i will be with whoever i chose, and accept me, so «We» become Mates!".

The uninvited Harvester gets enraged, but his anger is not directed against Hát’Thöry, if not focused on N’Ïrk. Who is looking incredibly menacing.

"I may not be the Boyfriend of Gagk’Xannia Throllüsath anymore, but i will not tolerate anyone insulting my Ex-Girlfriend, take back your words, and apologize, immediately, Harvester Å’Vría".

The tension in the Office escalates with exponential rhythm, the pressure scourging the golden Emenelds coating everyone’s silhouettes, the powerful fluctuations becoming harsher and heavier due to the constant uncharted emanations of Empiric Energy, flaring up from the three Harvesters.

Myrrha touches her communicator, trying repeatedly to contact with Norlan, while she erects a defense to protect her Little Sister, shielding their bodies with three square barriers that intersect each other in a single point.

"Apologize?. Me?. You’re contaminating pure bloodlines and you want me to apologize?!. You’re insanely delusional, Harvester N’Ïrk. Kûrjhainne!. Finish him off!".

The brave confident blonde, shrugs an apologetic smile. "It’s nothing personal, Pretty Boy".

"Then stay out of this discussion".

"I can’t, she saved my life".

"That makes her responsible for you. And right now, she’s just throwing you away like disposable cannon fodder"...