THEODORE, AT YOUR SERVICE
Alternate Title: Theodore, The Spy Butler
written by: Maxiel Linda
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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.
“TODAY ON BFM TV FRANCE. ANOTHER CASE OF KIDNAPPING ONCE AGAIN happened today as a beautiful teenage girl and the daughter of the CEO of Anouilh Shipping Lines, Margot Anouilh went missing. Witnesses mentioned that they saw her enter a coffee shop and never came out again. The said coffee shop was under investigation but investigations came out that they never saw Margot after taking the restroom. The parents of Margot Anouilh were desperately begging for the kidnappers to release their child and begging for everyone to come out about their child’s mysterious disappearance…”
THE MYSTERIOUS HANDSOME GUY WITH A WHITE HAIR took Claudette to the circle of couples dancing on the dance floor, waltzing her expertly. She’ll be going to admit, she actually enjoyed waltzing with the guy around the dance floor but she still had this feeling that she’s uncomfortable with the guy’s presence. And as minutes passed by as she danced with the guy, she felt that even if she wanted to avert her gaze, she couldn’t. She felt like she’s got hypnotized by the man’s gaze that she couldn’t help but feel slight dizziness while dancing. She even couldn’t recognize the guy’s face due to her blurry vision.
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 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!”
“WHO ARE WE ANTICIPATING AGAIN?”Jean dumbly asked at Adele as they all lined up in front of the manor. Claudette was also standing in front, wearing a White Polka Dots Dress with some Ruffled details and Ribbons on it. Of course, she was also wearing white gloves from Gucci as well as her set of jewelry from Bvlgari.
AFTER TAKING HER MORNING ROUTINE AS WELL AS HER MORNING TEA, Claudette de Saint-Germain decided to go downstairs for breakfast. As soon as she went down, she was greeted by one of her maids with the brightest smile on her face.“Good morning, Mademoiselle!” the maid greeted in such enthusiasm. The maid was five years older than her but she’s acting like a teenager.
THEODORE ENTERED CLAUDETTE’S STUDY ROOM AFTER HER TUTOR WENT OUT to finally go home. It was already three in the afternoon so he brought her afternoon tea.“Theodore, look,” after Theodore served her tea and a piece of red velvet cake, he showed her something from her laptop. “Our lesson in Biology. My tutor mentioned the list of the poisonous snakes in the world and the second one caught my attention.”
THE MYSTERIOUS HANDSOME GUY WITH A WHITE HAIR took Claudette to the circle of couples dancing on the dance floor, waltzing her expertly. She’ll be going to admit, she actually enjoyed waltzing with the guy around the dance floor but she still had this feeling that she’s uncomfortable with the guy’s presence. And as minutes passed by as she danced with the guy, she felt that even if she wanted to avert her gaze, she couldn’t. She felt like she’s got hypnotized by the man’s gaze that she couldn’t help but feel slight dizziness while dancing. She even couldn’t recognize the guy’s face due to her blurry vision.
“TODAY ON BFM TV FRANCE. ANOTHER CASE OF KIDNAPPING ONCE AGAIN happened today as a beautiful teenage girl and the daughter of the CEO of Anouilh Shipping Lines, Margot Anouilh went missing. Witnesses mentioned that they saw her enter a coffee shop and never came out again. The said coffee shop was under investigation but investigations came out that they never saw Margot after taking the restroom. The parents of Margot Anouilh were desperately begging for the kidnappers to release their child and begging for everyone to come out about their child’s mysterious disappearance…”
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.
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.