CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
I shelved my worries about the contents of the steel door aside as I opened my office door, ready to learn more about my responsibilities and meet the new event planner.
Right on cue, Ethel walked in with someone that looked way too much like Corbin to not be related to him and I smiled. It seemed something that was peculiar about these aliens was how they always kept their families in positions of power, not letting outsiders in.
I guess I'll do the same if I was in a new world that wasn't mine and I was using their resources for my own gain and all.
The lady was dressed in a way I could only describe as fashionable, even the colorful scarf on her neck made her pop. I didn't know if she was an event planner or a fashion designer because that should have been her calling.
“Good morning, Your Majesty. Meet Tricia. She has been known for throwing one of the best parties on the west side and I believe she's going to be of good help to us,” Ethel introduced her to me.
The lady bows, making me feel weird inside. Damn, I was to be queen for the rest of my life and the sight of someone vowing has me in confusion.
It took me a second before I realized I was supposed to say something.
“Oh, thank you Ethel and welcome to the team Tricia,”
“Thank you for the opportunity, your Majesty,” she smiled.
“Great, now this might seem like just a regular party and all but it's not. My husband and I have just been inducted into this position and we need to make sure that everything we do carries that air of perfection around it. This will be the first impression these regional heads will have of me and I need it to be spectacular, can you handle that?”
“Of course Ma'am. We're going to wow them so much,”
“Awesome. Ethel, go with her so you girls can draft a proposal for everything we'll need,” I instructed them.
As I read through the books I'd asked Ethel to get me yesterday on this job of mine, it was difficult to take my mind away from what Xavier had shushed that man away from saying.
I was damn sure that wasn't a census report and we weren't producing pods for anything so what could that be about? I somehow knew that asking Xavier now that we were in such a delicate state would either chase him back to his shell or he might even lie to me which was way worse.
So I resolved to figure it out myself.
The problem was, I didn't know what led to the door being open that day. The whole place had been deserted by the guards and Seth had attacked me as well. Maybe they were connected or something.
Anyways, I tried again to focus on my reading.
Since the rally where I'd indirectly shown humans that I was also for them, I'd been looking for ways to make sure my reign was impactful on them and it seemed the only way was to be a good queen to these damn aliens first and I hated that Xavier was right even though his mode of delivery was terrible.
I dropped the book, needing to cool off a little bit and I picked up my mobile device. I was tempted to call Rose again but I didn't want to talk to that horrible man again.
So I went to an app that Anna had been teaching me how to use since she got into that elite school of hers where everything is classy and all that.
It still stings that some basic amenities flew right over our heads just because we were humans, and one of them was a mobile device. They called it phones, I just haven't gotten used to the word yet.
I opened the app and it was filled with dancing teens, aliens showing other aliens how to eat human food and some were really weird content.
But as I kept scrolling, a video popped up and it was like a little ritual with lots of my picture being burnt and these aliens laughing and making derisive jokes.
The phone dropped out of my hands, clattering on the table as I was too shocked to comprehend that.
Did they really hate me that much? They must have gone to great lengths to print out my pictures and assembled themselves together just to do that. Why did they even see the need to video it and upload it for the world to see?
I was crying profusely, my emotions overwhelming me. I haven't done anything and yet I was hated so much by people who didn't know a single thing about me.
“Ma'am, what's the matter?” Ethel asked in concern, seeing my disheveled state.
I didn't even hear her coming and I quickly rushed to compose myself and clean my face from all the tears. I'd stopped Theresa from coming to my room so my makeup was as minimal as possible so luckily, the tears didn't cause much damage.
“I'm fine, don't worry,” I said, forcing a smile.
But then she picked my phone and began to watch the video, and I felt so pathetic crying over something so stupid.
“This is wrong, so very wrong,” she exclaimed, her face showing the irritation that I felt deeply at the video.
“You know what? Don't even shed a single drop of tear over this again, okay? I'll deal with them myself. Do you want me to use your guards or that of his Majesty, the King?” She asked in all seriousness.
“Wait, why? What do you mean by dealing with it?” I asked, sitting up even though I was confused.
“Oh, they'll not be able to create videos in the hospital now, would they? And also, they won't get accelerated treatment. Since they hate humans so much, I'll make sure they get the same treatment humans get so they can understand the privileges that they enjoy because of humans,” she vented. I have never loved someone I didn't really know that much until that moment.
I rushed to hug her, shocking the lady. She was of a slimmer build than me so we nearly fell but I righted her back.
“Thank you for standing up for me, Ethel and you really don't have to go through all the trouble. Knowing that I'm surrounded by people who understand how all of this actually work gives me reprieve,”
“I really want to do it if you give me the permission to. I know it and others should too. This apartheid situation is fast becoming stale,”
“Go on, take my guards but inform Xavier. I don't want it to be a secret or anything,”
“Yes Ma'am. Meanwhile, Tricia is done with the budget,”
“Great, send her in,” I instructed with a smile.
I picked up my phone and deleted the app, not willing to go through all of that again.
As Tricia walked me through the details of the budget, I began to fear for my life.
I mean, now it might just be harmless videos but what if it becomes coordinated attacks and Xavier isn't there to save me?
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