THEODORE SENSED THAT SOMETHING WENT OFF AS SOON AS HE SAW THAT CLAUDETTE WAS NOT BESIDE HIM AS WELL AS PATRICE. After closing the car’s compartment, he went on searching the two girls only to find Patrice running towards him.
“Theodore! Theodore!”
THE ROOM WAS HUGE AND DIM AT THE SAME TIME. That’s what Theodore noticed the moment he entered the VIP room they’re talking about. He noticed some influential wealthy ladies and gentlemen inside the said room and the only thing that illuminated the whole room was the light from the mini stage. “And now, for the much-anticipated main item of the night. Of course, we’ll save the best for last,” Theodore’s eyes settled on the stage as soon as the red curtains opened, revealing a young lady wearing a beautiful red dress and she was blindfolded as well. And albeit she’s blindfolded, Theodore knew who it was. “The auction item number nine, is this beautiful young lady that we’ll call her Rosie.” Theodore knew it was his Young Lady, Claudette de Saint-Germain. “The bidding starts at 500,000 Euro.” One of the bidders, a woman, raised her number. “550,000 Euro.” “550,000 Euro, it is.” Another bidder, a man, raised his number. “1 000,000
THEODORE, AT YOUR SERVICEAlternate Title: Theodore, The Spy Butlerwritten by: Maxiel Linda(you can follow me on Twitter @RosesAndMaxiel. On IG: @_itsmemaxiesumagang_)
SYNOPSIS/TEASER“Butlers don’t just serve, they fight and solve crimes!”Kidnapping in the richest town in Paris, France became rampant and not
“WHO WOULD REALLY think WE’LL BE THIS LUCKY?” an anonymous man said as he stared at the girl who was tied up in her seat, head low. The girl is wearing an expensive Victorian Steampunk Dickens Red Gown Theater Corset Dress that only a rich girl and a daughter from the upper-class family like her could wear and afford.The place was old and cold. It’s the full moon but it’s still cold for the girl’s liking. The place smells filthy, gross that anytime she could puke.
"HELP!"A loud shout from the woman can be heard from the Marché in a town in France. Everyone turned their heads in her direction and they saw her pointing at a guy in his black hoodie jacket running away from her. “There’s a robber! He robbed my bag! Somebody help me!!!”
THEODORE WAS SILENTLY SITTING IN FRONT of the Brigadier Major and Brigadier Chief of the Police Nationale of town. The Brigadier Major was in his early 50s while the Brigadier Chief was around his mid 40s. They may look older than him but they’re showing too much respect on him. He somehow finds it ridiculous, though.Somehow, the Brigadier Chief couldn’t help but stare at him in confusion and awe. He knew that spies do disguises to blend in to their surroundings and they couldn’t be identified but somehow, he just find Theodore’s appearance ridiculous.
THEODORE LOOKED HIMSELF AT THE MIRROR after he fixed his black tailcoat and collar. His hair was semi-slicked with his fringe shaped like a comma. He already wore suits on his past missions but this is the first time he’s going to wear a tailcoat as a butler, not as someone who pretends to attend a party under someone’s name who didn’t really exist.He looked so goddamn formal with his getup.
CLAUDETTE SMELLED SOMETHING IN THE AIR THAT SHE EVEN SQUINTED HER EYES to confirm it. “Gun powder.”I smelled gun powder.For someone who actually loves to play gun-shooting in her leisure time, she actually knew the the smell of gun powder from bullets.