The Book Of Anonymous Chapter 19: Chapter 16: Golden Boy

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You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars. - Gary Allan The receptionist’s rambling brought him out of his reverie. She was rubbing her stomach while explaining “You would hold the keys to the archives, you are so incredibly lucky I don’t even earn up to 3 pounds weekly, and I have been working here for almost 2 years”, she sighed as she continued, “Also, it comes with the perks of no annoying co-workers… Lucky ” “Yes.. Very Lucky…” Felix looked at the envious smile on her face and her congratulatory words. It seemed that most employees were unaware of how deadly this workspace was. He stared at the bump on her stomach as he worriedly rushed her out of the archives, claiming he was eager to start some work. She didn’t notice anything wrong with his words at all as she left, still staring enviously at his work contract. Once the room was empty, he breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the silvery pocket watch left his right pocket and flew to the middle of the room. Shadows of pale ash light started flowing towards the watch from all directions of the room, including his body, as the smell of copper got even thicker. Is that Veyn? His eyes widened in shock as he watched the deeply moving scene. Veyn was usually colourless; the fact that he could see a colour meant that the amount in this archive was huge. His pocket watch was absorbing the thick Veyn in the air and giving out bright lights. He finally had his answer; he wasn’t dead yet because of the pocket watch. The thick ash colour was coming from specific records and books. Wasn’t Veyn poisoned by the atmosphere? Why was there Veyn in an enclosed area not exposed to the atmosphere, and why were there some in books and records? His brain could not process the answers at all. The sudden creak in the door caused Felix to snap his head to the door. It was too late; he couldn’t hide the watch in time, and his hands hung foolishly in the air. The figure at the door was tall and lean, balancing his posture at the door as he stared funnily at Felix’s current posture. His face was sharply defined, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a clean jaw that gave him a distinctly aristocratic look. His skin was slightly tanned. A thin pair of brass-rimmed spectacles rested low on his nose, the lenses faintly tinted, exposing his light blue eyes. A delicate chain ran from the frame to his collar, disappearing beneath his coat. His clothing was impeccably tailored, dark, fitted layers of heavy fabric reinforced subtly at the seams. A high-collared coat sat perfectly on his shoulders, its buttons polished, its lines crisp. At his wrist, the faint glint of a mechanical timepiece peeked from beneath his sleeve, gears shifting quietly with each small movement. His gloves, fine leather, were untouched by oil or soot. This guy . Felix looked at him, thoroughly surprised. What was he doing here? He put his hand down as he thought quietly. My bad memory is soon going to put me in a lot of trouble “Felix, you remain so heartless; you didn’t even look for your friend at all” The moment he opened his mouth, the aristocratic pressure he was mounting in the room disappeared and was replaced with a silly atmosphere. His eyes crossed the place where the pocket watch was, but he didn’t even make the slightest reaction. Wait. Can he not see it? “My lord—”, Felix replied in a sarcastic tone, then added, jabbing at him “Shouldn’t you be managing one of your father’s many ventures?” The spectacled man straightened his back, no longer resting on the pillar, as he rolled his eyes at Felix, clearly annoyed at the method of address. “I, Alistair Sinclair, have no passion for business; my only passion is in history and the mysteries of the world” A huge, fanatic expression appeared on his face as he was talking, sweeping his light brown hair to the side, then he faced Felix and continued in a deadpan tone “Besides, my father is still very able-bodied; he can take care of the company himself, and if