St. Nathanial Cross | Hades

St. Nathanial Cross | Hades | ( Welcome to my underworld. )

[Izabel]

I would like to have dinner with my beautiful daughter tonight. Do you think you'll be able to squeeze me into your busy schedule?

[/Izabel]

[Charlotte]

You have been doing good work.
I would like to hire you on full time into a specific position.
I do hope you're interested.

[/Charlotte]

[Amelia]

I do hope you're enjoying Chicago, and my company once again.

[/Amelia]

I'm back from France.

That was the worse trip to the city of love I have ever had.
I am back on my medication now too, which is probably a really good thing. I've stopped seeing red.

I know I've said this before, but why is good help hard to find?

Zoe, darling.
Are you too busy for me? Maybe lunch, or dinner?

So it turns out I have myself a third child. A twenty year old bouncing baby girl. I found out quite earlier, and been making sure to make up the time I have certainly missed. At first, when we found out, she avoided me. Though it's gotten...better. It's still really fucking weird. This entire time, I didn't know and comes along a 98% chance DNA test. Needless to say, Izabel is super pissed. Which is understandable. She grew up being Daddy's little girl, and her comes along another daughter. She's threatened by the fact and is afraid I'm going to up and abandon her. Which wont happen. Of course I am not going to turn my back on my new daughter either.

[Zoe]

Will you join me for dinner tonight? You can pick anywhere you like. Please don't blow me off again.

I had this girl. This weird girl. Just there. Stalking my club just about every night it was open. It's creepy. Not that I can't handle her kind, it's just a royal pain in my ass. She didn't ring up much of a tab, and she just kept looking and staring when I was sight of her. I'm all for admirers, but fuck me. Give me a fucking break. I get that I pop up in the papers, nation wide, but I like not being stared at. So please girl, if you're going to stare, why don't you fucking come up and say hello, or something. Fuck.

Other news. Going out to LA to tend to business on that side.

Thanks giving is two days away. It's going to be my daughter and I, considering I have no clue who my biological parents are, and they are probably still in France. And we are not going to France to spend it at the church I was raised in. Plus my son is spending this holiday in New York. Which is good, the boy should stay focused on his studies. Of course, I am not a foolish father to believe his son is just focused on such things. He is his father's son after all.

To make it worse, I gave the work staff this holiday off and I have no clue really, how to cook. I suppose her and I will be spending a nice evening out somewhere.

Why is good help so hard to find? Another leg broken, for stealing from me.