Stuck On Here
Chapter 10: the exception

This is where Katherine Katana is, in the midst of a group of misguided people who are unaware of her heresy. Trying to bring each other down without knowing that the result is just a lie.

Katherine sat on the other end with a woman who was about her age. The woman was wearing a low to toe dress, there was no shade of any shade, only the maroon red dominated. Among the many people who gathered only Katherine was the most believer in this ancient understanding, making it easy to be fooled and enter into a perverse circle.

Others just indulge in the lust to take down their rivals, the rest are just a bunch of dumb humans who don't use brains to think.

"Miss Katherine?" A young woman approached.

"Ah, Lady Lidya, how are you?" Katherine asked just a pleasant conversation. He knew this fashionable woman in front of him would always say fine, especially when viewed from her appearance. Lidya Sartesh wears a dress with a soft cloth that falls over her ankles, displaying her curves. With 5 cm pantofel shoes make it look elegant, his lips are always coated in maroon red and thick hue.

Lidya sat down gracefully at the side of Katherina and Atala.

"I'm fine, what about you, and Lady Atala?"

Atala, the woman beside Katherine smiled blandly and then responded briefly, "Well,"

Lidya smiled wryly to get such a short answer, He stood up then walked wordlessly towards the group that was in the middle of the room. Mingle with each other to talk about each other's interests until come to kari—interest that will never be satisfied.

"What more does Lady Lidya want?" Atala asked curiously when she saw that Lidya had disappeared behind the crowd.

"Okay, stay as young as possible. I just want to get out of here, I'm worried about Floren" replied Katherine, looking around, her right hand holding a low glass of cocktails.

Atala sighed harshly, "From the beginning we've been wrong, but we've been stuck here, it feels like just spinning in a circle. Endless to go,"

"Yes, you're right Lady, but we're not in a circle but a hexagon, we can still turn but still go back to the point where we started this. And I shouldn't have come here. This perverted circle, but regretting it's been useless I just have to be able to look after my nephew,"

"So she's all right Theresa, she'll be happy if you love her,"

***

Lucas walked down the corridor to Louis's study. He would occasionally stomp his feet on the floor aimlessly. The large red oak doors lined up only gave a secret silence. Lucas never opened it and did not want to open it.

He arrived, in front of a large black door, the only door with no red on its surface, the door of Louis de Felman's study. He was about to turn the door handle, but in the undo and then changed to knock, no answer made Lucas immediately turn the handle.

Lucas opened the door, and Louis sat on the sofa with a porcelain teapot and empty tea cups on the table. His eyes were closed but not sleeping, Lucas knew that. He walked over and threw his body violently on the same sofa as Louis.

Feeling Louis' movement did not open his eyes, but left his nephew there. Lucas took a piece of peanut biscuit on a porcelain plate. Then eat it while observing the bookshelves lined up in the room. Nothing has changed, everything remains the same—stay as Louis tastes.

"I knew Uncle wasn't sleeping" Lucas said as he poured tea into a cup. Then sip her slowly.

"Hm, since when are you so good at distinguishing, Luke?" Louis opened his eyes but still leaned back on the sofa. His hands cleaned the black tuxedo cloth attached to his body from the dust—which was nothing at all, just a gesture to attract attention. He poured tea from the teapot, only half a cup.

"What did you get, from the Book Hall?" Louis asked as he looked at Lucas down one by one with his fingertips, his hands clutched as usual, staring intently, "Information? Or just a prank?"

Lucas snorted violently, feeling lazy about the attitude of his uncle who always wanted to be pretentious, He still pursued the books on the shelf neatly arranged based on his cargo. Actually there is nothing in search of Lucas—book, he just wanted to ask a few things to Louis, about Ray Stuart.

Lucas turned to look at the face of Louis who had not shown signs of aging despite the age of four heads even close to the head of three in the next year.

Louis smiled obliquely before straightening his back, "Times? Then, what about Miss Ansort and Miss Katana from the East?"

Lucas laughed insipidly, knowing that there was nothing to hide from Louis, the walls of the city building could be a whisper for him. He walked up to Louis, then threw his body back where he had sat before.

"Uncle says, do as I please, right? So——"

"That doesn't mean you can do anything you want. You haven't been able to do it yourself, the proof is that you came here, there must be something you want to ask" Louis circas said, then leaned back. Lucas smiled wryly and sipped green tea in his cup again.

"Do you know someone named Ray Stuart?" Lucas asked straight to the point, while putting the cup on the tray.

Louis straightened his back again, staring horror at the bewildered Lucas. His hands that were originally stretched out on the sofa were linked to support his chin. Seeing the change Lucas was a little enthusiastic, waiting for Louis to open his voice, while eating candy in a jar.

Silent.

"I thought Uncle was going to talk important" Lucas grumbled, picked up another packet of candy and ate it. Louis turned his head, smiling blandly before patting Lucas on the shoulder. He walked to his desk, opened one of the drawers and pulled out a brown paper envelope. Take out a few more photos in it.

Lucas, who was interested in approaching, sat down on a chair near the table. Observing the movement of Louis' hand that still looks shrewd, makes Lucas a little amazed—has been used to seeing Louis do the job deftly.

"This is the man you're referring to?" Louis asked while proffering a photo after sorting out some of the other photos beforehand. Lucas took the photo from Louis. Watch it for a while, then nod your head.

"Slightly different, his face now looked pale and a little older. Actually, Kendrick, I told you to get detailed information on this guy, where did Uncle get it?" Lucas asked while putting the photo together.

"Kendrick?"

"Kendrick Hanbery, Lord Hanbery."

Louis nodded, took another photo in Lucas's hand and put it back in his drawer—without the envelope, "Don't deal with him, I feel like he's a strange person" pukas Louis while tapping his right index finger on the table, looked at Lucas full of seriousness, "Just give advice," he added briefly.

"meaning? This is about Felman? Does this uncle think it's unattractive?" Lucas's fishing rod, he's been standing tidying up his shirt arm waiting for Louis' expression.

"I knew, but I didn't think he'd come"

Lucas turned his head to the left, "Know? So Uncle just shut up for thinking?" Ejek Lucas's.

"remembering!" Tukas Louis recited the words of his nephew, "He once lived in Lourch, once in that ancient house as well,"

Lucas frowned in surprise to pull again the chair he had been sitting on. Staring at Louis as if in disbelief, "Also? Is he a member of the Katana family? But isn't his name Stuart?"

"His name is Ray Stuart Katana, Katana is not a Vuitton Raya. But from the Far West, they lived in East Lourch a few years ago, but only he lived in West Lourch," Staring at Lucas, there was a high enthusiasm emitted by both eyes of Lucas, "No one would have realized that only the Katana family used three syllables for the name, but the other Katana family omitted the middle name by leaving the Katana, following the people of Lourch. But he left his middle name, that's all"

Lucas gawked, not believing Louis knew that far though not all of it, but at least it helped.

"But why doesn't Miss Katherine know?"

Louis let out a rude sigh, "Nobody knows, except one of them"