Subjects Of The Duke

Visiting the Empire State capital city, Albany had a professional commitment stake, advertised and promoted as a good to firm opportunity. Hoping for a profitable investment day after spending networking time with Royal Ascot characters, the formal meeting had to go perfect, and the workplace rookie realized the importance. Within a second, she awaken, realizing reality arrived, and the group three bus came to a quick halt, doors opened wide.

Stepping off the transportation she headed into the elevator, proceeding straight to an office where a long-legged model sat statuesque reading the latest comical news.

“I am Albany,” the well-dressed recent graduate quietly whispered, “I am here for my morning appointment.”

Pressing a button, hearing a buzzer go off the receptionist instructed, “go right in,”

Passing a cubicle, she heard, “son of,” before noticing a door ajar, “Fitzella, why am I out of the money?”

Sitting down peacefully, Albany did not make a sound, instead using her eyes the naive youth saw the Venetian Sun souvenir mask, given reason for the go getter, to conclude, this person was a winner.

“Albany,” the phone returned to its holder, “nice to meet you.”

“Been admiring your artifact there,”

“Souvenir from my honeymoon in Italy,” the future boss replied, “many moons ago. That and Balantina liquor are the reason I am here, let me show you.”

“You need Balantina in your draw?” Albany quizzically addressed.

“Yes, it keeps me calm.” Sayidah Daniya, a gifted wealthy mistress stated, denying out of the money status, “we here run a group one commonwealth business, do you wanna cup.”

“No, not really,” Albany answered watching Sayidah pour, her tension releaser relaxer.

“Well, we have a client, they are in Russia, best Vodka ever,” Sayidah added a long shot to the plastic container, “Rayeka was the town’s name they surely could show me a good time.”

“Show?”

“Yeah, cheers,” Sayidah announced, “it’s always time for sandals here, that is what makes us winners.”

“That’s nice,” Albany nervously settled back into the chair.

“Did I tell you about the Arizona Blaze place, we covered a fiery brewing company once,”

“Covered?”

“We covered the event; we did not start it.”

Sensing the engagement’s weird direction, Albany stood up, cordially surrendered, sprinting towards the exit.

Across town the Duke of Edinburgh, had an invested Albany stake and while moving a few pounds around evened the justice scale, and decided to call Sayidah

“SD,” the duke opened the conversation, “how did your get together with Albany go?”

“Muttawid,” a muffled sound came through the receiver, “she was here for a second, then left”

“What happened?”

“Heard I was out of the money and thought it was the seize of Troy,” Sayidah started.

“Whose Troy?”

“A neighboring annoyance,” Sayidah explained, “you know I have an ethical diamond worth a lot, that makes me a winner, right.”

Deducting she was under the influence; the Duke of Edinburgh ended the dialogue and dialed Chief Nqeebb.

“What do you mean he is in a show?”

“He is attending the Japanese Zarigana festival, and he is one of the Croner Crayfish.”

“I did not know, Chief Nqeebb was a singer,”

“He’s not, he’s a royal.

“Watch it the Duke warned, I too can carry a tune,” the noble reminded, “oh before we are cercene, cut off for talking like winners, back in January when you took me to that show, who was that one group who had a stake in the Coronation?”

“Tabiti,” the duke heard a quick answer, “when they light a fire under something big things are created.”

Once the discussion terminated, the Duke of Edinburgh left the air condition office, “I can cajole this soul and they will come to my place,” he thought finding himself entering the Royal occupied property. Discovering a cottage and seeing a figure inside, the duke knocked on the door, hearing spell activity being casted, “Oolong Poobong, out of the money, and a dash of azure, out of the money.”

“What are you doing?”

“After moving pounds around, I was able to afford supplies, and create a Sandringham Stake,” Tabiti mentioned handing over the wooden weapon, “Never let go, you are a winner.”

Departing fixing both his derby and ascot, the duke carried on when a bright radiant individual approached, “Zahrann,” the respectable individual addressed, “do you have a second? How does this Sandringham stake work?”

“Let me see,” the positive mind replied, “King Edward VII had stakes like this, classified group two though, oh yes here,”

Images featuring a lone star magically appeared, “It’s Galveston,” the duke observed, “from Texas, such an interesting picture show.”

“Sir, did you know, Amiloc, the winner,”

“No,” the duke showed concerned, “Ami was trapped once on an island like that, papers made the headlines light, writing Amiloc up.”

Pleasantly thanking the kind information, the duke confronted his inevitable fate, and proceeded towards the Palace of Hoolyrood House, where an out of the money Irish bred lad, Zayer resided.

“Top of the morning, Zayer,” the duke introduced, are you still moving pounds around to live inside the Palace of Hoolyrood House or have you finally put a stake into the real estate transaction?”

Not giving the question anytime, Zayer continued to be focused using the hammer-to-hammer technique, resulting in a red orange show, instigating goddess Andrestia, “I have an answer for you Duke of Edinburgh,” the mystical special effect paused, “three words- ‘get a job’”.

Next thing the duke knew the calendar read Monday, and sitting inside Sayidah Daniya’s office he stared directly at the Venetian Sun. “Did Albany ever get that entry level position she was looking for?”

“She’s with my number one competitor,” Sayidah responded reaching into the desk pulling the flask out, “do you want a shot, makes the day go faster.”