“Daxton?” Asheal said. Mother has had his way with him.
“We left you a gift. We the royal family give our sincere condolences for causing this accident. We wanted to merely provide refreshment for your gym practice, not break it. Sorry mate.” The rat said.
“What Dax? This ain't another one of your fancy schemes.” Frig, another headache. I should intervene.
Asheal noted through the fogginess of his brain. There was a box of chocolates. Before he could raise up from the amount of morphine he had taken. He tried to muster off the actions of anger, but pitifully they came with submission of all the events that have happened.
Asheal had to go through the pause, then continue.
“Don't worry! Accidents happen! Ha ha!” Flowers, Can't feel my f***ing legs still!
“So yeah, that's the bad news. The good news is you're going to be promoted. Not in a showy-offy job of talent, yet an actual talent agent. For a nice workplace at a sweet manor within the property of the royal family and management of Glitz Hub. You're on a path to sweet recovery. Heck, with the right direction, you may get your legs back-”
Asheal pushed forward from his seat, his arms less numb from all those drugs.
“How long?” Asheal said Tell me you naughty pin-stripped t-
“Years! Three? Four? Give or take, doctors estimate.”
“Thanks.” Whatever.
He fell back within his ward bed.
“Tell me the rest.” Asheal said.
“Oversee our talent's operation, get protected, get a nice living, and I'll be your mentor.” Daxton Said.
“You serious?” What's this punk's agenda? I'm not taking any higher responsibility!
“Yes I am, your family are going to need to support our funding allows. Or stay, you're call.” The rat said with a grin.
“Let me think about it." No, I can't do it right now, I'm not ready. I've yet to take it up and deal with my own family problems. As if he knows what happened on that fateful day he disappeared.
The rat had information beforehand, after Asheal's thought. What came seemed easy, yet he knew a dog like him will snatch a bone if it's dangled in front of him.
"Go on, Asheal, you have full access to all our records and room. Castelle has arranged for you to be a part of our family, all the records."
For another pause, Ash stops. Gasps, Then his expression moved into approval with another cut-off.
"Okay, sounds good." He knows where my father was?? I'd like to know! Yes! Sure!
"Smashing, then, you can sign the paperwork, and we can get in business with your path to recovery. You may even get a caretaker and free gym time to make sure you're fit and able. We'll do it mate."
"Sure, I'd like that a lot." Asheal said.