She scribbled down on the paper in front of her, concentrated on her work. Her frown etched on her face. Cressida wrote to all the letters that have been coming in her mail recently. She stopped writing for a second and heaved a sigh, leaning back on the chair and glowering at the ceiling with a blank expression.
She the rested her chin on her hand, closing her eyes for a bit to think. Ever since she came back here, the past year has been nothing but work. But that didn't matter to her. What seemed to be disconcerting her was that there was only her maid, Alison. Though she was astonishing at her work, she felt as if people would get apprehensive. Having her gardener be the only other servant she has was not enough. She opened her eyes half way and used her free hand to tap her fingers on the mahogany desk. Cressida stopped her tapping as an amusing smile crept to her face. She sat up, and rung the bell for her servant. She sat back down as she heard a knock on the door.
Alison walked in, closing the door behind her and stood there, hands laced behind her back properly.
"Did you need something, My Lady?"
Cressida nodded, chin resting on her hand.
"I figured we should get some more servants, seeing as to how people would soon get suspicious at your actions."
Alison stayed quiet for a mere second before smirking.
"You're saying you want me to go hire servants, Master?"
Cressida nodded dully.
"Yes Alison. Now go on. I've got work to finish up."
Cressida thought for a bit.
"Two should be enough."
Alison bowed slightly and walked out the door and though no one else would have been able to hear it, it gave Cressida a smile. She heard Alison's quiet footsteps running swiftly for barely a second before it was quiet. Her smile showed her teeth, an entertained smile in curiosity of what her servant shall do now.
She sneered as she continued writing, strands of hair getting in her face quite often as she pushed them behind her ear. Alison was extraordinary. Cressida left the job in her hands. She folded up the letter she had written up into a shape that would fit the envelope and sealed it with the symbol of an owl. However, Cressida stared at the seal for a bit.
I will now seal the contract.
Cressida smirked and put the envelope in a pile of more envelopes. She huffed and got another sheet of paper to reply to yet another letter of business. She stared at the name of the letter. She raised an eyebrow. This name was quite different from the others. John, Mary, Elizabeth, Hermione, Anya, but no this name was different. She read it out loud.
She just hummed in the back of her throat and replied in common reply.
"A meeting tomorrow afternoon…" She groaned a bit.
But she had to attend. In order to make her business in her company successful once more, she had to. Hampton Corporation was her duty and responsibility.
The eleven year old never forgot that. Especially since her father repeated those lines in his clothing business. She smiled, but it soon turned to her serious frown as she wrote in her reply. She finished shortly and again folded the paper into fitting it inside the envelope. However she held the letter and looked at the pile next to her. After a few seconds of utter silence in the manner, she rested the envelope in a separate pile. She had a feeling that there was something interesting about the letter. She knew it was an important toy company, but to see it up and running… 2 years ago. Her amused smile appeared again.
"This should be fascinating…"
She proceeded to the other useless letters.
Ciel read over his documents once more before tapping the papers twice to put them in a neat pile and proceeded to other documents he had to write up. He rang a bell and soon enough, his butler came into the room.
"Yes, did you need anything Master?"
"Make me some tea, these documents have been boresome lately and I'm thirsty."
Sebastian bowed a bit and smiled. He excused himself and proceeded to making tea for the young earl. While doing so, Ciel pursed his lips. His curiosity raised beyond the roof when he had heard that the Hampton Corporation had been back in business. The Queen referred to it as The Crescent. He soon shook it off and sustained to attending to his documents.
"This is boring…"
She perceived the large doors open after an hour and close with several footsteps were clacking across the tile floor. Cressida used both her hands to rest her chin on them and smiled in amusement. Alison had accomplished her task.
A nervous girl peered around every corner, her hair light violet and grey eyes as she looked around. Next to her was a man, his light brown hair and brown eyes with interest in the house. He was curious of what the maid was doing when he was trapped in that well. How she got in there and managed to get them out or there… He doubted he would ever figure that out. However, seeing this old house back up was interesting.
The girl was no older than 20, and the man was 23. Alison thought she chose exactly to what her master required. She turned to face them and they stopped and took a step back.
"You two are now servants of the Young Lady, Cressida Wolverhampton, now earl of the Hampton Corporation of manufacturing clothing. You will follow her every command and you will not disobey. I expect a lot from you two. Now which one of you can excel in something?"
The purple head tumbled with her fingers a bit.
"I'm a good cook-"
"Good. You are now the manner's kitchen maid. And you?"
The girl was left speechless. The man noticed Alison's attention on him and he responded to her question.
"I can keep records."
"Then you are now the document organizer and secretary. Any information the master has to fill out you will organize for her and anything to be sent you will do so. Those are your jobs in this manner. You are to be her servants until she falls. Understood?"
Both straightened their postures attentively and practically yelled out, "Yes Ma'am!"
Alison grinned. "Good. Now we shall head upstairs to meet with the young Lady and let her know that you two have arrived. Come, follow me."
She beckoned them as she walked up the long set of stairs as the two new servants looked around. They were astonished by how clean this house was and how it had changed. Before after a terrorist group had taken over, the manner had looked like a pig heap of trash to the public's eyes and declared Hampton's no more, until Cressida had taken over.
They reached the top of the stairs; Alison unbolted a large set of grand doors. She bowed and awaited the two to step inside. As they did so they say the young girl, with her legs crossed gracefully and both her hands supported on resting her head on them. She smiled at them. Though only Alison could tell it was just an act.
"Hello. My name is Cressida Wolverhampton. I'm sure Alison informed you of the tasks. So let me get straight to the point. However, first I would need your names. Ladies first."
Cressida turned her head to the purple head and she squirmed a bit and twiddled with her fingers.
Cressida turned her head to the man next, as she waited for him to respond. The man, a bit lost at first soon blinked.
"Oh! Uh... Gabriel!"
Cressida gave her fraud smile once more.
"Nice to meet you both. I'm sure you two will be great at tasks yes? Now follow Alison to your rooms. She will tell you the rest from here."
The three bowed and the other two left and before Alison walked out of the room, she looked over her shoulder at Cressida and gave her a smirk, Cressida giving the same and mouthed 'Well done.' Alison nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
After she closed the door, she grabbed her pen and continued writing. Her green eyes shined with interest and amusement, as always.
Cressida looked out the window in the horse carriage, with her frown and blank expression in set. Alison sat beside her, observing her.
"Something wrong, My Lady?"
Cressida shook her head a bit.
"No. I'm just thinking is all…"
With that she gazed over at Alison and sighed.
"I wonder what this important meeting is about. Do you think it's about business?"
"Most likely... But who knows. As long as you're required, that's all that matters My Lady. You mustn't decline any meeting because-"
"-because those in the Hampton Corporation never decline for the good."
Alison blinks and closed her eyes while smiling.
"You took the words right out of me My Lady."
Cressida scoffed and looked out the window once more, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. She huffed and stared, soon seeing the trees in the scenery started to become more organized and saw the enormous manner. She raised her eyebrows.
"Lovely, don't you think so?"
Alison nodded and looked at the manner. They straightened their postures and waited for the carriage to pull over at the Phantomhive manner. After about 15 minutes or so, finally the carriage had stopped and Gabriel opened the door and held out his hand for Cressida to step down, she complied and had her feet touching the ground in a second. He did the same for Alison and soon got back on the carriage and drove off. Cressida looked over her shoulder and motioned her head for Alison to follow, as she walked towards the door. The manner was impressive, and that was no exaggeration. Cressida smiled at it.
"They must have nice servants here don't you agree?"
"Yes My Lady it seems so."
Cressida soon reached the front door and Alison knocked. They heard footsteps and the door opened, revealing an old man, with him bowing. Cressida just glanced at him until he regained his posture.
"We've been expecting you, My Lady. Please come inside."
Cressida nodded and did so as the old man stepped aside and allowed them to come inside. Cressida smiled once more. The mansion was spotless and exquisite, and she liked it. The old man soon closed the door behind him and stood at the stairs, in a posture showing her to walk up the stairs.
"This way My Lady, the Earl is waiting for you."
She complied and walked up the steps, the red velvet carpet pleasing her- and how the stair railing wasn't neglected and spotless. Cressida looked over at Alison and smiled at her, Alison smiling back. Once they reached the top, the old man bowed to them once in front of a grand door.
"My name is Tanaka and I'm one of the servants for Earl Phantomhive, so if you may, enter the room. He's in here."
Tanaka opened the door for them and Cressida walked in, Ciel looking over at her with a man, she guessed his butler beside him. But something seemed funny about the way he reacted when Alison walked in. His posture stiffened and he looked a bit surprised. Cressida looked at her maid who had the same reaction. Ciel had looked at them when it seemed that they hadn't reacted to a single thing. Cressida shook it off and curtseyed.
"It's an honor to be in your presence, Earl Phantomhive."
Ciel bowed in place of where he stood.
"I'll say the same for you, Earl Wolverhampton. But please, call me Ciel."
He straightened his posture while Cressida straightened hers. She then smiled.
"Then you shall call me Cressida."
Ciel gave a small smirk, and looked at Sebastian who pulled out Cressida's seat.
"Please, sit down My Lady."
Cressida nodded and walked over to the chair, sitting down as she was pushed in so that her legs were under the table.
"Sebastian, My Lady."
"Yes, thank you Sebastian."
Sebastian nodded and did the same for his master. Ciel took his seat and simpered the same playful grin Cressida would have.
"Shall we play a game of chess before we begin our discussion?"
"Seems fun. Then we shall."
While they had started to play chess, Sebastian and Alison kept staring daggers at each other, both having amused sneers on their faces. Cressida glanced at them and frowned, noticing a resemblance between the two.
They both have raven hair and red eyes. And their features…
"Is something wrong?"
Cressida was pulled out of her thoughts as she looked at Ciel who had an eyebrow raised. She shook her head.
"Nothing. Let us continue."
Ciel nodded and frowned, playing the game with her. Ciel wasn't dumb. He knew something was peeking her interest. And he bet it was the same thing. The resemblance between both of their servants… They looked alike in many ways.
Cressida made her next move and was close to making a Checkmate. However Ciel smirked and used his knight to knock down the white king on the board, winning the game. Cressida looked at it and smiled.
"Well played Ciel."
"Thank you Cressida. It was a pleasure to play with you. But other than that, shall we proceed to business discussions?"
Cressida nodded. But she gave a look to Ciel who seemed to somehow understand it. She didn't want the servants to hear. Mainly because they knew that some of the discussion would be about them.
"However before I start, Alison, make me some tea."
"Yes, My Lady."
Ciel smirked and looked over at Sebastian. "I would like some tea too Sebastian."
Sebastian looked over at him. He frowned and bowed slightly.
"Yes, My Lord."
The two servants walked out of the room to follow their masters' order. Once the door had closed Cressida started to talk.
"You noticed too… the resemblance between them?"
Ciel nodded. "I thought you were thinking of that…"
Cressida looked down at the chess board, with her fallen king on the floor. She sighed and shook her head.
"You saw them react, didn't you?"
Ciel raised his eyebrows in surprise. So she did see their reactions? Ciel grinned. He'd have never thought she'd have noticed.
"Yes, I did."
"Well then, since we got our suspicions of each other's thoughts dealt with, I say we should continue the discussion of-"
"I actually did not request your audience for business My Lady."
Cressida stopped talking. She grinned, with her teeth showing. She knew it. This meeting would be interesting. She crossed her legs gracefully. She rested her chin on both hands.
"What is it that you want to know Earl?"
As soon as they closed the door, Sebastian grasped Alison's neck and slammed her against a wall, careful not to make too much noise. He grinned while Alison looked down at him and sneered herself, not feeling any pain.
"'Alison' is it? So you decided to lower your ranking of morality to play maid now?"
"I should ask you the same, butler 'Sebastian'"
Sebastian closed his eyes, his grin never ending and let go of her. Alison stood as if nothing had happened. Both of their eyes were turned to the bright red.
"You chose a great soul to feast upon. Phantomhive's soul is pure revenge. Though, I'd have to say you won't be the only one having a good feast."
"Ah yes, Wolverhampton's is a fine soul. You chose well."
Alison sneered. Then she walked off.
"Now then, I believe my master requested for tea. And I say, didn't yours request for some as well?"
Sebastian, catching the playful talk followed behind her.
"I believe so 'Alison'. We mustn't keep our masters waiting. Wouldn't you agree?"
"I do agree 'Sebastian'." She chuckled a bit.
"My, My. It certainly has been a while, Brother…"